Before We Learned To Carry On: The Pilot
AN: Hello, Hello, Hello. This is the first episode of Supernatural that I will be doing that incorporates Jameson. This will be a long term project and I will not do every episode from Season 1-5.
~BWLTCO~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Higher, higher." I yelled down at my brother, "God, why do you have to be so short?"
"I'm 6' 1"."
"So how come you can't reach window." I quipped. He huffed and lifted me higher.
"Your awfully sassy tonight, you know that."
"Well, maybe it's because I think…." I grunted trying to lift the window, "that this is a terrible idea and we can find Dad on our own."
"Then why haven't we?" Dean asked.
"Cause Dad obviously doesn't want to be found." I said pulling myself up on the window ledge. I pulled myself in and looked for something to help Dean up, but he found his own way.
"Or maybe he was taken," Dean countered flinging a leg over the ledge into the room, "And if he was, we'll need all the help we can get."
"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes.
"Okay, where is all this sass coming from, you've been moody since New Orleans."
"I just think Sam left for a reason." I told him, "And I don't think he's going appreciate us dragging him back in."
"We're family, Jamie, helping each other is what we do. Now, Sam and the old man may have had their differences, but at the end of the day they were there for each other."
"Except for when Sammy got into Stanford." I mumbled wandering into the kitchen. Dean had been starving me for the past six hours as we stalked Sam across campus, to the bar, and now to his house. If I was going to have to deal with Sam and Dean in the same room talking about dear old Dad I was going to need some food.
~BWLTCO~
Sam's Perspective:
A clattering noise from the living room woke me up. I rolled over halfway to check on Jess, she was still sound asleep. I threw the sheets off of me and got up. I padded softly towards the door, so not to alert the intruder.
From the doorway, I saw that the window to the hall was open. Yet the noise I heard came from the living room. I looked over at the beaded curtain and peered through the openings. A figure flashed by in the living room. I move out of the room to the door to the right, the intruder would pass by it if he continues on his path.
He walked past me and I reached out to wrap my arm around the guy's neck. He caught me when my hand shot out, and tried to twist it against my back. I maneuvered out of his grip and backed up. He came at me and I positioned a kick towards his chest. He blocked my leg and sent a fist to my chest causing me to stumble. He goes to hit me again but I block it. Using it as a distraction I go to punch him in the face. He knocks my fist out of the way grabs my neck and throws me on the ground. I start thrashing against the man's grip, trying to get a hit in on his side.
"Whoa, easy, tiger." A familiar voice teased.
"Dean?" I asked. My brother laughs at me, "You scared the crap out of me."
"That's 'cause you're out of practice."
Out of practice, huh?
I take hold of his wrist and send my foot into his back before rolling us over.
"Or not." Dean chuckles, "Get off me."
I quickly get off my big brother and offer him a hand up, but all he does is swat it away before getting up on his own.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I was looking for a beer." Dean joked.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Okay, all right. We gotta talk."
"Uh, the phone?"
"If I had called would you have picked up?"
'Sam?" Jess' voice called as the light turned on. I looked over and saw her standing hesitantly in the doorway.
"Jess. Hey, uhh…Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."
"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asked in surprise.
"I love the Smurfs." Dean said with a wicked grin on his face, he moved closer to Jess blocking my line of sight, "You know, I got to tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."
"Just let me put something on," Jess said turning to leave, she then jumps back and lets out a startled "Oh!"
"Dean, are we sure people live here?" a girl's voice asked, "All they have is rabbit food. And if I don't get a hamburger in the next hour I'm going to flat line. Who's the Smurf?"
"That would be dear Sammy's girlfriend," Dean answered. There was a momentary pause.
"So is she part of some charity where they date losers?"
Dean grinned and shot me a triumphant look.
"Nice friend you got there, Dean," I told him, still not able to see her.
"I call her Mini-Me," Dean said mimicking Austin Powers. Mini-Me? I moved closer to my brother and Jess. Next to my girlfriend was a long blonde haired girl, who reached Jess' shoulder. Her green eyes were full of mischief.
"Jameson?" I asked.
"Hiya, Sammy." She greeted.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed. I moved past Dean and wrapped my arms around my little sister.
"Sam, you're squishing me." She said her voice muffled by my shirt.
"Oh, sorry." I said letting her go, "Look at you, you've gotten tall."
Jameson gave me a weird look before tilting her body to look around me at Dean. Her expression said "Is he for real?" He didn't say anything, but he must have motioned her over because she moved around me and slipped under Dean's arm.
"So what brings you to here?" Jess asked.
"We just need to borrow your boyfriend here, to talk about some private family business." Dean answered, "But…uh…nice meeting you."
"No," I said seeing Jess's dejected smile, I turned around and put my arm around her waist, "Whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her."
Jameson looked up at Dean smugly, like she had predicted this. He rolled his eyes and lightly bopped her on the back of her head.
"Okay." Dean said as he grabbed Jameson's hand to stop her from retaliating, "Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days.'
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later," I said bitterly remembering Dad's many disappearances over the years.
Dean nodded conceding to that fact.
"Dad's on a hunting trip." Dean reworded, "And he hasn't been home in a few days."
"Jess, excuse us." I told her, I didn't want her involved in this, "We have to go outside."
~BWLTCO~
Dean's Perspective:
"I mean come on, you can't just break in, middle of the night…" Sam started lecturing as we headed down the stairs of his apartment building.
"I think we just did, Samuel." Jameson interrupted him. I smirked. That's my girl.
"Fine, you did. But you can't expect me to hit the road with you two."
"I don't think you're hearing us, Sammy." I told my brother, "Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst?" Sam asked, "Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine."
"That's what we thought two weeks ago." Jameson said, "But now…"
"Look, the point is we need your help. Are you coming with us or not?" I asked Sam, stopping on the second flight.
"I'm not," Sam said.
"Why not?"
"I swore I was done hunting. For good."
"I told you so." Jameson mouthed to me. I shot her a look, before turning back to my brother.
"Hey, I know it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the monster under my bed he gave me a .45."
"He gave you a gun?" Jameson inquired, "All he gave me was a machete."
Sam pointed to her like that proved his point.
"See."
"What?" Jameson asked, "It was either comment on that or laugh at you for actually thinking there was a monster under your bed. Besides what else was he supposed to do?"
"I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark?" I scoffed, "You kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid. You know what's out there."
"I know." Sam agreed, "But still, the way we grew up after Mom was killed and Dad's obsession on to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
"Saved a lot of people doing it, too."
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"
"Here we go again." Jameson said rolling her eyes, "I'll be out in the car while you two work through your mommy issues."
"Drop the attitude, young lady." I called after her as she headed down the stairs, she waves her hand dismissively in the air, "She hits double digits and she thinks she can say whatever she wants."
"Wonder where she got that from?"
I scoffed and continued down the stairs.
"But seriously Dean, the weapons training and melting the silver into bullets? We were raised like warriors."
"So what are you going to do? You just gonna live some normal, apple pie life?" I asked pushing open the side door, "Is that it?"
"No. Not normal. Safe." He said once we were outside.
"And that's why you ran away."
"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now, if he's not dead already, I can feel it. Jameson and I have tried, but we can't find him. We need help."
Sam sighs.
"What was he hunting?"
"Come with me to the car." I said, before walking towards where I parked Baby. Jamie was sitting on the trunk, playing with her shoe strings.
"Hey! Hey! Get off my car!" I yelled at her. She looked up with a scowl on her face and slid off the car, "Chin up, Squirt."
"Shut up, jerk." She shot back. I rolled my eyes and pulled her under my arm before opening the trunk. Jameson lifted up the floor and propped it open with a shot gun.
"Let's see." I said leaning down to look in the trunk, "Where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam questioned.
"Jamie and I were working on our own gig. This voodoo thing in New Orleans."
"I got to go to Bourbon Street." Jameson bragged.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip alone…with Jameson?" Sam asked.
"I'm 26, dude." I reminded him, "I can take care of the both of us. Now, where did I put that thing?"
Jameson held the paper I was looking for under my nose. She had a smug look on her face, which told me either she had it on her the whole time or found it in a place I already looked.
"Thanks," I said taking the paper out of her hand, I flipped through them looking for the ones for Dad's case. "So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy. They found his car, but he'd vanished. Completely MIA."
I handed Sam a print out of the news article. He quickly scanned over the contents.
"So maybe he was kidnapped," Sam offered.
"That's what the cops thought too," Jameson said, "But then we noticed that this has happened before."
"Yeah, here's another one from April," I said handing him the next article, "Another in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years."
"All men, all the same stretch of road." Jameson added, she reached into her trunk and pulled out a leather bag, she unrolled it revealing a map of where Dad last was, "It started happening more and more. So Dad went up there to see what he could find and that was four weeks ago. He called the first few days, but after that…Then yesterday, Dean gets this voicemail on his phone. Play it."
Not only is she getting sassy, now she's bossy. I pull the tape recorder from its spot next to the map and pushed play.
"Dean. Something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to find out what's going on. It may be…looking…Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam said questioning my skill.
"No, duh Sam." Jameson fired off. I chuckled at her. She's not cutting him any breaks today.
"Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" I asked my brother, "Alright, I slowed the message down and ran it through a Goldwave. Took out the hiss and this is what I got."
"I can never go home." A ghostly female's voice came over the speaker.
"Never go home," Sam repeated. I nodded and motioned for Jameson to get out of the way so I could close up the trunk.
"You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." I reminded my little brother, my last attempt at getting him to come with me and the Squirt to go look for Dad. Sam contemplates for a moment before sighing.
"Alright, I'll go." Sam agrees, "I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
"What's first Monday?" I ask him as he turns to go back inside.
"I have this…I have an interview."
"Wait, a job interview? Skip it."
Sam's mouth twitched in agitation.
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?"
"So we got a deal or not?"
I nodded and he headed back inside.
"We should probably get him back in time," Jameson said once he was gone.
"Why? So he can have his safe normal life?"
"No, so he can get you out of jail next time the cops pick you up for breaking and entering."
"It was one time."
"You were in there for two weeks, and if Dad hadn't killed the monster and got the guy we saved to drop the charges you would have been in there a lot longer."
"Fine," I sighed, "We'll get him back by Monday."
~BWLTCO~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Up and at 'em, Jamie." Dean's voice broke through my dreams along with an incessant noise of someone tapping on the glass. I rolled over and put my arm over my ear. The banging grew louder, "Come on, Squirt."
"No." I mumbled. I heard Dean sigh.
"I have food."
I popped right up. I looked at Dean and he was motioning for me to roll down the window I did and he handed me a package of Pop-Tarts and a lemonade.
"Thanks," I said seeing that he had gotten the strawberry kind, my favorite.
"See if Sam wants one."
I made a face.
"Jamie," Dean said sternly.
"Fine," I said before turning to the front and holding my Pop-Tarts out, "Do you want a Pop-Tart?"
"No, thanks." He said making a face. Oh, so the kid goes to college and all of the sudden he's too good for strawberry Pop-Tarts.
"Have it your way," I said falling back in my seat. I ripped open the packaged and pulled out one of the Pop-Tarts.
"So how'd you pay for that stuff?" Sam called out his open door to Dean who was pumping gas, "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."
"Yeah?" Sam asked in a snippy tone, "And what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh…Burt Aframan and his son Hector." Dean answered climbing in the car, "Scored two cards out of the deal."
"I still think Wanda should have gotten a card." I chimed in from the back seat. Dean turns around with a raised eyebrow.
"No eleven year old needs a credit card, besides Dad and I buy you everything you need."
"But what if we get separated?" I countered.
"Then you find a phone and call me."
"What if you're two states away and I need food to live."
"Five-finger discount, Squirt." Dean replied, before turning back around, "And don't think I didn't notice you take those comic books the other day from the store, either."
"Seriously Jameson?" Sam admonished. I looked down at my Pop-Tart.
"They were Superman," I said quietly. Superman was something Sam and I shared back when he lived with us. He would read comics to me on long car trips between is attempts to "educate" me. He even got me a plush Superman from a claw machine that I carried around until I was 10. Dad made me get rid of it, said I was too old to keep toys anymore.
"Look, James, stealing food is one thing, but other stuff like comic books…" Dean trailed off.
"And there it the twisted morality of John Winchester." Sam criticized. Dean shot him a look. Sam shrugged and returned his attention to the box in his lap. He snorted as he rifled through Dean's tapes.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You have got to update your cassette tape collection."
"Why?"
"Well, for one they're cassette tapes. And two…" Sam said holding up a tape, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
"As opposed to what Sam? John Meyer?" I asked him sarcastically. He gave me a look."I looked at your CD collection. Frankly, it's sad."
Sam turned back to Dean and gave me a look that said "See? Now you've corrupted her too." Dean shrugged.
"That's sad, Sammy." Dean agreed as he took one of the tapes and pushed into the cassette player, "Luckily on of our many house rules here in the Impala is…Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole."
"You know, Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Sam reminded Dean as the familiar strands of Back in Black come through the speakers.
"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean said turning the music up. Sam narrowed his eyes, but Dean just grinned and pulled out of the gas station.
"Cause I'm back…Yes, I'm back. Well, I'm back…Yes, I'm back. Well, I'm back, back. Well, I'm back in black. Yes, I'm back in black!" I sang coming in on the chorus. Dean grinned at me from the rear view window and I smiled back. I didn't really mind being musically corrupted, "Back in black, of a Cadillac. Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack…"
~BWLTCO~
Sam's Perspective:
"Th,nk-you." I told the hospital worker before hanging up. I turned to Dean and Jamie to tell them what I had uncovered, "All right, so there's no one matching Dad's description at the hospital or the morgue. So that's something I guess."
"Surprisingly that doesn't make me feel any better." Jameson said. And I understood where she was coming from, if Dad was at either of those places our search would be over. Now we have to do a full investigation to find Dad. And the possibility that he had abandoned them or was a rotting corpse in the middle of nowhere hung over us.
"Check it out." Dean said. I looked in the direction he was indicating to see a couple of cop cars surrounding the bridge into town. Dean pulled over and parked the car, and assessed the situation for a moment before turning back to our little sister.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"I'm thinking U.S. Marshall." She said, "Less likely to cause a jurisdictional pissing contest."
"And that's why I keep you around." He said, reaching over me to get into the glove compartment. He removed a box from the storage area, and sat it in his lap. He opened it up, revealing a plethora of fake IDS and badges. He pulled out one in a leather wallet.
"Let's go." He said opening his door. Once he was out he stuck his head in Jamie's window, "Stay in the car and keep low, kay?"
"I know the drill." She sassed before laying down. Dean rolled his eyes and retreated from the window.
"You coming, Sam?"
"Yeah." I said before scrambling out of the car after him. I round the car and catch up with him. Together we walk on the bridge and head towards two officers who were checking out a really screwed up looking car.
"Spotless." We overhead one of the deputies say as we got closer, "It's almost too clean."
"So this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter, isn't he?" another asked.
"Yeah." The deputy answered.
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean interrupted their conversation. Both man looked up at the both of us with suspicion.
"And who are you?" the second officer asked straightening up.
"Federal Marshalls." Dean answered briefly flashing his badge.
"You two are a little young for Marshalls, aren't you?"
"Ha. Thanks. That's awfully kind of you." Dean joked, "You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been other before that."
"So this victim…" I say finally getting a word in, "you knew him?"
"Town like this everybody knows everybody."
"Any connections between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked as her inspected the wrecked car of the victim.
"No, not so far as we can tell." The Deputy answered him.
"So what's the theory?" I asked the officer, moving towards Dean.
"Honestly?" the officer said, "We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"That is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean insulted the officers. I stamped hard on his foot. Seriously, Dean? Insulting the guy who has access to files we may need later. The deputies did not look amused by the whole exchange.
"Thanks for your time." I said in way of apology, "Gentlemen."
I tugged at Dean's arm lightly before walking towards the car. I felt Dean jogged up next to me. Once he got in step with me, a hand hit the back of my head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Why you gotta step on my foot?"
"Why do you talk to police like that?"
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on." Dean argued, "We're all alone on this. If we're gonna find Dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this ourselves."
I nodded, he was right. I then caught sight of three men standing behind my brother I cleared my throat and motioned with my head for him to turn around.
"Can I help you boys?" the Sherriff asked.
"No sir, we were just leaving." Dean told him, and then nodded as two Feds walked past him, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."
"Seriously?" I mumbled under my breath before following my brother back to the car.
~BWLTCO~
Dean's Perspective:
"Ooh!" Jameson exclaimed excitedly, "Its 99 cents Taco Night, can we go Dean?"
"I could go for a burrito." I complied, "We'll hit the place up for dinner."
"Yes," Jamie cheered. I smiled. Overall she wasn't that hard to please.
I happened to catch sight of a missing poster on a light post on the sidewalk. Didn't one of the Deputies say his daughter was placing them around town? I kept a look out and noticed a girl taping another one up down the road. I pulled into a parking spot near where I saw her.
"I think that's the girlfriend." I told Sam pointing out the window to her.
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"Let's go." I said opening the door. I heard two other doors open after mine, signaling that both Jamie and Sam were getting out. I grabbed Jamie's hand, as she stupidly got out on the street side, and led her around onto the sidewalk where we met Sam. Keeping ahold of her, I walked over to the girl posting the missing signs.
"You must be Amy?" I said in way of greeting.
"Yeah," she replied back.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, that's Sammy, and this is my daughter Jamie."
"He never mentioned you to me." Amy said cautiously.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much we're up in Modesto."
"So we're looking for him too, "Sam chimed in, "and we're kinda asking around."
"Hey, are you okay?" a girl, who I'm assuming his a friend of Amy's, came up and checked on her.
"Yeah," Amy told the girl.
"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked Amy.
"Sure."
"Great, how about we head into the diner, there." I suggested. Amy agreed and her and her friend followed us across the street to the restaurant. The waitress showed us to a booth. Sam and I both ordered coffee while the girls ordered sodas, and Jamie asked for hot chocolate with extra whip cream and a side of fries. Once the waitress returned with our drinks, we turned to business.
"So can you tell us what happened?" I asked.
"I was on the phone with Troy." Amy told us, "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back. And, uh…he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange?" Sam asked, "Or out of the ordinary?"
"Here you go, hon." The waitress said coming up to the table and placing Jamie's plate of fries in front of her.
"Thank-you," she said before greedily diving for her food.
"No." Amy answered, once the waitress left, "Nothing I can remember."
"I like your necklace." Sam told Amy, pointing out the pentagram designed jewelry around her neck. I rolled my eyes, I've seen this trick before. I stole one of the Squirt's fries, ignoring her glare and leaned back to watch Sammy work his magic.
"Troy gave it to me." She said fondly, "Mostly to scare my parents…with all that devil stuff."
Sam laughed.
"Actually it means just the opposite." He told her, "A pentagram is a protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
"Okay. Thank you Unsolved Mysteries." I cut my brother off before her nerded them to death, "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared…something's not right. So if you've heard anything…What is it?"
"Well, it's just- I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend said.
"What do they talk about?" Sam and I ask at the same time. Even Jameson lifts her head up from her food to pay attention.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago." Amy's friend told us. Finally our kind of thing, "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes. And whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever."
"Spooky." Jameson says before stuffing her mouth with another fry.
"Yeah, spooky." I repeated.
~BWLTCO~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Come on Dean, Ta-co." I said putting my hand to my mouth like I was eating the food.
"Chillax, Squirt, we'll get food after we check out the bridge." He answered not once turning around to face me.
"But I'm hungry now."
"And you still be hungry after we check out the bridge."
"This is child negligence, a possibly haunted bridge and you're trying to starve me."
"You're not going to starve, Jay!" He said in exasperation.
"Sam!" I whined hoping he would side with me.
"You can wait another half hour, James." Sam said pragmatically.
"Traitor." I mumbled. With a huff, I fell back against the backseat crossing my arms in protest. I just wanted tacos. We drove out on Centennial Bridge and parked near the middle of it. The boys got out to investigate and I reluctantly followed.
"So this where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said tactlessly, as he looked over the railing into the churning waters below.
"Nice, Dean." I snipped. He just rolled his eyes.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Dean replied.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging till we find him. Might take a while."
"Dean, I told you. I've gotta get back by-."
"By Monday." Dean finished for him, "Right. The interview."
"Yeah."
"Forgot about that. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean asked Sam, "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe why not?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about the things you've done?"
"No." Sam said stepping forward menacingly, "And she's not ever going to know."
"Great, so Sammy's relationship with Smurfette is built on a pile of lies." I said chiming into the conversation, "Seems you did learn a thing or two from Dad after all. Guess you're still one of us after all."
Dean smirked at Sam.
"No, I'm not like you guys, not anymore. This is not going to be my life."
"Well, you have a responsibility." Dean reminded him.
"To Dad?" Sam asked, "And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. "
Pictures were more than I had. At least he has something tangible. At least Dad cares that she died, and is willing to do something to avenge her. Don't see him doing any of that for my mom.
"And what difference would it make?" Sam continued, either ignoring or not seeing Dean's jaw clench. I took a few steps back just in case things got ugly, "Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone and she isn't coming back."
That's when Dean pounced. He grabbed Sam's collard and pushed him up against one of the posts of the bridge. Dean struggled with what to say for a moment before finally speaking to Sam.
"Don't talk about her like that." Dean said. He shoved Sammy against the pillar one more time before letting him go and walking away. I watched him head down the bridge until he suddenly stopped. "Guys." He said in an off tone. Warily I jogged to him, and spotted a women dressed in white standing on the railing. She took one look at us before returning her gaze to the water and falling forward. We race over to the spot where she had just been.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.
"I don't know." Sam replied. I stood on the bottom rung of the railing and looked down.
"I don't see a body." I said. We scanned the water, until the rumbling sound of the Impala greeted our ears. We backed off the railing to turn and look at our car.
"What the-?" Dean said trailing off.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked. Dean didn't say a word just pulled out his car keys from his pocket for Sam to see. That seemed to trigger something in the driver because the car came straight for us.
"Go! Go!" Dean urged us and we took off down the bridge. The car kept gaining on us and just before it could crush us, Sam scooped me up and scrambled over the railing with me. Dean jumped a second after us. Sam clung to the railing until we heard the car go pass. He then eased up and help me grab a hold of the railing.
"Dean!" he called out. I looked around for my oldest brother and couldn't see him, "Dean!"
"What?" He voice replied, I looked down towards it and saw a figure crawling out of the river.
"You okay?" I yelled.
"I'm super." He responded making an "ok" symbol with his hand. Sam laughs in relief. He then nudges me a bit, signaling that he wants me to climb back over. I nodded and climbed up on the rungs before swinging my leg over. Sam followed after me and we waited some distance from the Impala, just in case. A few minutes later Dean arrived back on the bridge absolutely covered in mud. Sam and I shared amused glances. Dean ignored us and headed straight for the car. He popped open the hood and gave it a once over.
"Car all right?" Sam asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah. Whatever she did to it, it seems all right now," Dean responded closing the hood, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam said, "So where does the trail go from here, genius?"
Dean just sat down on the Impala and threw his hands up in frustration.
"I know where." I said. Both of them looked at me.
"Ta-cos." I said miming eating one, "Oh and a shower for The Creature From the Black Lagoon."
~BWLTCO~
Sam's Perspective:
We dropped off Jameson at Taco Night and gave her our orders so she could get carry out and meet us at the motel just down the road. I felt hesitant about dropping my little sister off like that, like I used to be, but it didn't seem to faze an overprotective Dean one bit. He waited until she got inside and took off down the road. We pulled into the motel's lot and parked the car in front of the main office, before heading inside.
"One room, please." Dean said smacking his card down on the front desk. The manager looked as warily before picking up Dean's card.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" the manager asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The other guy, Burt Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month."
Dad.
"Oh yea, Dad. We came to visit him." Dean said, "He's not answering his phone right now, can you tell us what room he's in."
"Let me check." The manager said pulling out his record book, "Ah here it is, Room 11."
"Thanks." Dean said.
"And here you go," the manager said handing us a pair of keys, "You'll be in Room 21. You just need to sign in here."
Dean took the keys and filled out the paper work for Hector Arfamian. Once he finished he smiled at the manager. He motioned for me to follow and we headed back outside to Room 11. When we came upon the room, Dean turned to me and handed over his phone.
"Text Jamie, and tell her to meet us in Room 11." He said.
"Yeah, sure." I replied. I flipped open the phone and texted her while Dean picked the lock to the room. I sent off a quick text, trying to keep a look out as well. I heard the familiar clicking of the tumblers and turned around to see that Dean had gotten the door open. We both headed inside and quickly shut the door behind us.
Once we got the door closed, we took a good look at Dad's room. It was covered with newspaper clippings and other pieces of paper. Whatever he was after he certainly was doing his homework.
"Whoa!" I said. Dean nodded and went across the room to turn on a light. He picked up a burger next to it and gave it a whiff.
"I don't think he's been here, for a couple days at least."
I looked down and saw a ring of a white powdery substance, I knelt down and picked up a handful.
"Salt," I said letting the grains fall back on the ground, "Cat's eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in. What do you got here?"
Centennial Highway Victims." Dean answered, as I walked over to the case wall he was looking at. "I don't get it. They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities…There's always a connection, right?"
I didn't answer as something on the opposite wall caught my attention.
"What do these guys have in common?" Dean continued. I continued to look down the wall Dad had created and saw something over Constance's picture.
"Dad figured it out." I told Dean.
"What do you mean?"
"He found the same article we did." I said pointing to one of the papers on the wall, "Constance Welch. She's a Woman in White."
"You sly dogs. If we're dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness."
"No, Dad would wanna make sure. He's dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"No. Not that I can tell." I said looking over the article again, "If I were Dad though I's go ask her husband. If he's still alive."
"Hmm… All right, why don't you see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get—"
Whatever Dean was going to say was cut off by a knock on the door which caused us both to jump.
"Dean?" a muffled voice said.
"It's Jamie." Dean said sounding relieved, he crossed the room and opened the door for her. She came in laden with bags.
"Okay, I got two burritos for Dean, one bean, one chicken, a taco salad bowl for Sam, and 12 tacos for me.
"12?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it was 99 cent taco night, Dean, 99 cents. And there only like this bi…..Since when did Dad take up interior design?"
~BWLTCO~
Dean's Perspective:
"Hey, I'm going to get a drink from the vending machine, you two want anything?" I asked Jamie and Sam. Sam shook his head.
"I could use a soda." Jamie answered, before biting into her third mini taco."
"One soda coming up." I said opening up the door,.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said coming over, "About what I said about Mom and Dad earlier…"
"Please, no chick flick moments." I said holding up my hand. Sam snorted.
"All right…jerk."
"Bitch." I said making an offended face before slipping out the door. I closed the door firmly behind me and started walking towards the vending machine when I noticed the flashing lights of a cop car. It was the two officers from the bridge and they were talking to the manager. The manager spotted me and pointed towards me.
"Shit!" I hissed turning around. I pulled out my phone and called Sam.
"What?' he said.
"Dude. Five-O. Take off."
"What about you?"
"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad." I said before ending the call. I turned back around only to come face to face with the police, "Problem officers?"
"Where's your partner?" one asked.
"Partner, what? What partner?"
The officer jerked his thumb in the direction of the room I just came out of, and his partner headed to room 11.
"So. Fake U.S. Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" the officer asked me.
"My boobs." I answered. He didn't take to kindly to that and grabbed my arm and led me back to the cop car. He bent me over the hood and pulled out his cuffs.
"You have the right to remain silent." He said as he put the cuffs on me. Maybe Jameson was right, Sam being a lawyer could be a good thing.
~BWLTCO~
"So you want to give us your real name?" the Sheriff asked coming back into his office with a box.
"I told you. It's Nugent. Ted Nugent." I smart-mouthed. The Sheriff didn't think it was as funny as Jameson would if she were here.
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here. "
"We talking like misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, us "Squeal-like-a-pig" trouble?"
"You got the faces of 10 missing persons taped to your wall along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."
"That makes sense. Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was 3."
"I know you got partners. One them's an older guy. Maybe he stared the whole thing." The Sheriff theorized digging into the box, "So tell me…Dean. Is this his?"
The Sheriff through Dad's book hard onto the table in front of me. How did Andy Taylor get it?
The Sheriff noticed my reaction and came around and sat in front of me on the table.
"I thought that might be your name," He said flipping open Dad's book, "See I leafed through this. What little I could make out, I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy. But I found this too."
He stopped on a page that had my name on it along with the numbers 35-111. It was Dad's code, he had left town, and those coordinates would lead to where he was next.
"Now," the Sheriff continued, "You're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means.
~BWLTCO~
Jameson's Perspective:
Sam went to go talk to Constance's husband and left me to man the Sheriff's station. If saw any Feds I was supposed to cause a huge ruckus until Sam could get here. Let me tell you it's not as easy as it sounds to watch a Sheriff's station for hours. People start to look at you funny. And there's only so many time you can read the same three comic books over and over again.
Around 7:30 pm, my phone started buzzing. I looked at the caller ID and saw Sam's name flash on the screen.
"Hiya, Sammy." I said answering the phone.
"Hey, I just called in 911. Be ready to get Dean."
"On it." I said hanging up. I got up and stuffed my comics into my backpack. I swung the bag on my shoulders and made my way across the street. I watched as what looked to be the entire police force came out of the building .I quickly ducked into the alley, so they wouldn't see me. Once several of the cars had left I start for the mouth of the alleyway, when I hear a noise on the roof. I look up and see Dean's head popping over the edge.
"Dean?' I asked.
"Hey, Squirt. I'll be down in a sec." He said before swinging himself onto the fire escape and climbing down. Once his feet were on the ground, he turned to me, "What are you doing here?"
"I've been here all day watching the station in case the Feds show up. I was about to break you out though."
Dean smiled and ruffled my hair.
"My hero." He said teasingly. I scrunched my nose up in disgust, which only made him laugh again. I went to hit him, but voices at the end of the alley stopped me. Dean grabbed me and pulled me into the shadows until they passed, "Come on, let's find Sammy."
"It's Sam." I said in Sam's snooty voice. Dean grinned. It was then I noticed what Dean had in his hand, "Wait, is that Dad's?"
"Yeah, the Sheriff got a hold of it when he raided the room." He answered holding up the journal.
I made a face.
"That man owes me tacos." I said. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Come on," He said pushing me forwards. I was serious, I wanted my tacos.
~BWLTCO~
Sam's Perspective:
I was driving back into town from my visit to Mr. Welch to hopefully pick up a successful Jameson and Dean. I was almost to the town line when I got a call. I looked at the screen and Jameson's name popped up.
"Hey, Jamie. Did you get him?" I asked my sister.
"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? That's pretty illegal." Dean's voice came over the phone.
"You welcome."
"Listen, we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a Woman in White. She's buried behind her old house, so that would have been Dad's next stop-."
"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"
"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse out."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you." Dean said, "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?"
"I've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
"Yeah, well, he did this time."
"What's it say?"
"Ah, that same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates. Where to?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" I asked him. I could hear him about to answer when I saw a women in the middle of the road. I slammed hard on my breaks. The car hit her, but she scattered liked dust, "Whoa!"
"Sam! Sam!" Dean yelled over the phone. I couldn't answer him, I was still trying to catch my breath.
"Take me home, "an eerie voice said from the backseat. I looked up in the rearview mirror and saw Constance Welch sitting in the car, "Take me home."
"No." I told her. Her eyes grew angry and the locks disappeared into the car. Crap! I worked on the lock trying to get it to unlock, and when that didn't work I stretched over to the passenger side to see if that one would work. It wasn't budging so I turned back to my own lock trying to pull it out. While I was working on it the car jerked forward and took off down the road. I go for the steering wheel trying to take control, but it was no use the ghost had complete control over the car.
The car drove down the highway and pulled onto the driveway. The rock road led to an abandoned house that I assumed the Welch's lived in. The car parked out on the front lawn.
"Don't do this." I told her.
"I can never go home." She replied.
"You're scared to go home." I said turning back to her, but she was gone. She then appeared next to me, before moving on to my lap. I tried to push her away, but she easily fought me off.
"Hold me." She said while I struggled to get away, "I'm so cold."
"But you can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been.
"You will be," She said leaning down like she was going to kiss me, "Just hold me."
She leaned down and this time she did kiss me. I tried pushing her away, but she pinned me down with what felt like the weight of an elephant. While she was distracted I tried reaching for the keys. The jiggling noise let her know what I was up to. She pulled back and glared at me before disappearing.
I then felt a ripping pain in my chest. I screamed in agony, as I ripped open my jacket to see what was going on. It was then Constance reappeared, her hand digging into my skin. I screamed again. It felt like she was reaching into my rib cage. I then heard the familiar sound of a shotgun going off.
"Get away from my brother, you bitch." Jameson voice rang out. I heard the sound of the rifle cocking and going off again. More bullets went flying through the ghost and Mrs. Welch disappears. Not knowing when she would reappear. I grabbed the keys and turned them. The car came roaring to life.
"I'm taking you, home." I said flooring it. I drove right into the house, bursting into a living room.
"Sam?" Dean called out.
"Here." I replied.
"You okay?"
"I think."
"Can you move?" He asked opening up the passenger door. I could see Jameson behind him, shot gun at the ready.
"Yeah. Help me." I said holding out my hand. He nodded and took my hand before pulling me out of the car.
"There you go." He said once he got me out.
"Thanks."
"Guys," Jameson said in a tense voice, "Ding dong, the bitch isn't dead."
I turn around to see Constance holding a picture frame glaring at us. She throws it aside and sends a dresser towards us, pinning the three of us against the car. Jameson's rifle clattered to the floor, giving away are only advantage. Constance came at us, but then the lights started to flicker and she stopped. She looked to the stairs where water was running down the sides. From my vantage point, I could just make out two figures at the top of the stairs.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." Two children's voices said in unison. They disappeared then reappeared behind Constance. She turned around looking terrified. Grimly the boy and girl look at her before grabbing her around the middle in a hug. Constance shrieked and the three of them flashed and bulged into skeletons before returning to ghost form and melting into an ectoplasmic ooze. The ooze then disappeared and all that was left was a water stain.
Once they were all gone. Dean and I tipped the dresser over, freeing us from its hold.
"You alright, Jameson." Dean asked bending down so he was at her level. She swallowed before nodding. Dean smiled and kissed her forehead, "You did good, kid. But you need to watch your language, you lady."
Jameson gave him an amused look. Dead rolled his eyes and pushed her face away from him.
"You're so sassy, even when you're not talking." He said to her. She laughed. He pulled her into his side and walked over to the stain left by the Welches.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean said over his shoulder to me.
"That's why she could never go home." I told him, "She was too scared to face 'em."
"You found her weak spot," he said as I came alongside my siblings. He patted my shoulder, "Nice work, Sammy."
I laughed in pain, as he hit the spot that had banged against the steering wheel during impact.
"I wish I could say the same for you two. What were you thinking, Jamie, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey, Matlock, I saved your life." She said slightly indignant. I saw Dean's shoulder shook in laughter as he looked over his precious car.
"That you did." I told her.
"Like I said, she did good." Dean said, "As for you Sammy, if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you."
I chuckled, not entirely sure he was exaggerating.
~BWLTCO~
Dean's Perspective:
"Okay, this is where Dad went," Sam said once we were on the road. He was looking over the map we had in the glove compartment, "It's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado."
"Sounds charming. How far?"
"About 600 miles." Sam said.
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning." I said. Sam looked up in surprise, before his face turned to one of pity.
"Dean, I…"
"You're not going."
"The interview's in like, 10 hours. I gotta be there."
"Yeah," I said trying to sound nonchalant, "Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."
We drove the rest of the way to Stanford in silence. Jameson was curled up in the back using my jacket as a blanket. And Sam…well, we weren't exactly in a talking mood after he said he didn't want to come with me and Jamie to find Dad. It had been nice working with him again. The kid was smart, always has been, where I was brash he was cautious. We made a good team. Don't get me wrong, hunting with Jameson isn't bad. I like showing her the ropes, and she's a good shot, hasn't missed more than a dozen targets since she was seven. But there's a fifteen year gap between us. I'm more of a parent than a brother or a friend. Besides she was becoming too much like me, Sam would help her even out.
I park in front of Sammy's apartment building. He turns and reaches over the back seat to gently shake Jameson awake. She whacks his hand away and rolls over so she's the back of the seat.
"Go way De." She mumble groggily. Sam laughed.
"No, it's me, Jamie. We're back at my apartment."
Jameson grumbled and sat up. Her face was still puffy from sleep as she turned towards Sam.
"Bye, Sammy." She said wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Bye, Sissy." He said using his old nickname. I saw Jamie scrunch up her nose at the name. He pulled away first, but not too far, "If you ever want to get away from the jerk for a weekend, let me know and we'll work something out."
Jamie smiled at the offer, but I doubt she would ever take it.
"Thanks, Sam."
"And call me if he gets arrested again."
She grinned and saluted him. Sam laughed and pulled her in for another hug. He kissed the side of her head before moving away and climbing out of the car.
"You call me if you find him?" He asked me through the open window of the car. I nodded, "Maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right."
Sam gives me a tight smile and pats the top of the car before walking over to his apartment building. I turn the car back on, and pressed my foot lightly on the break, but there's something else I want to say.
"Sam." I called after my brother, "You know, the three of us made hell of a team back there."
"Yeah," he agreed. I pursed my lips, and put the car into drive and pulled away. Once we got some distance, Jameson leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulder.
"You still got me, pal." She said quietly.
"Yeah, I still got you." I replied with a smile.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think you too tired to drive."
"Oh really."
"Yeah, I think we should go back to Sam's and take a really long nap. Like long enough that we sleep passed his interview, maybe even till he gets back from the interview. I mean we can't really help Dad if we're dead on our feet."
"I do like naps."
"And we can reintroduce Sam to human food."
I laughed.
"All right you win, Squirt."
"Thanks."
I did a U-turn and drove back towards Sammy's apartment building. We park the car in the visitor's lot and grabbed our bags from the trunk. We headed inside and treked up the stairs. We were almost to Sam's apartment when I hear him yelling inside. I drop my bag and race up the last few stairs. I bang on the door.
"Sam?" I call out, "Sam!"
No reply.
"Kick it in, Dean!" Jameson urged. I nodded and backed up from the door and kicked the area around the handle. It busted open on the first kick.
"Sam!" Jamie yelled scurried past me.
"Jamie!" I called after her to slow her down. The apartment was lit up like the Fourth of July.
"Jess!" I heard Sam scream from the back. Jameson and I share a look before bolting to Sam's room. The room he in was on fire and on the ceiling was Jess. Just like Mom.
"Sam! Sam!" I yelled to get his attention, but he was too upset to move.
"No! No!"
I rushed in and grabbed my little brother, like I did that night 22 years ago.
"We gotta get out!" I told him.
"Jess! Jess! No!" Sam protested as I dragged and pushed him out of the room. I motioned to Jamie with my head and I got the three of us far away enough in time. Just seconds after we left Sam's bedroom, it exploded from the heat. We all stumbled downstairs and out into the fresh air. Sam sunk to his knees.
"No! Jess! No!" he cried out. Jamie knelt down next to him and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't say anything, just kept hold of him, even when he tried pushing her away, so he could try to go back inside, "Jess!"
~BWLTCO~
Jameson's Perspective:
Within minutes the fire trucks and police showed up at Sam's apartment complex. They made sure everyone got outside. A few people had to get oxygen because of the smoke, but most seemed unharmed by the fiery death that took place in Sam's apartment. I had heard the story, it was the reason for Dad's obsession, and Jess died the same way the saintly Mary Winchester did. Pinned to the ceiling and then lit on fire. Not so much lit as the fire seemed to come from them.
Dean was off monitoring the officials, but I stayed with Sam. I hadn't left his side since we had gotten outside. Dean didn't need me this time, Sam did. So by Sam's side I stayed. He was currently digging through the trunk of the Impala, so I was leaning against the side of the car, acting as a lookout. The last thing we needed was for someone to see us with a hunter's arsenal outside of fire.
I smiled at Dean as he came back over to us. He ruffled my hair as he walked past me to the trunk. I turned around so I could face my brothers. Sam barely acknowledged Dean's arrival. He just loaded up the shotgun in his hand and tested the hold. He then sniffed and dropped it into the trunk.
"We have work to do." He said as he closed up the trunk.
~BWLTCO~
Hope you guys liked this. Jameson will get more incorporated in this stories as I figure out her place as I go along. Please review and let me know what your feelings are on the Jameson in the Supernatural storyline.