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Chapter 2 - Unpleasant Family Reunions Part 2

We went to the library to do some research to see if we could figure out what the hell was going on
Dean was at the computer and searched on the 'Jericho Herald' web page. He typed in 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' into the search bar, nothing. He tries typing in 'Female Murder Centennial Highway', again, nothing.
"Let me try." I said, from my spot at I had taken up behind them at a table to read my book, I had been on the same chapter all day and I wanted to move on from this book before I died.
Dean scooted his seat back and I plopped down in his lap earning a grunt from him.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I said,

"Yeah" Dean and Sam said in union

"Maybe it's not murder." I typed in 'Female Suicide Centennial Highway' and a result comes up.I started reading the article. "This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old; Jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Sam asked,

"Yeah." I said

"What?" Dean asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." I said, pulling up a statement given by the husband. "'Our baby's were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch."

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked, there was a picture of the bridge that we were on earlier that day.
Later that night we drove back to the same bridge we had been at earlier and got out to take a look around.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, I glared at him.
"Ass." I said, earning a smirk from Sam and a glare from Dean. "So you think dad would have been here?" I asked

"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean said.

"Okay so now what?" I asked.

"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while." he said, I looked over to Sam then back to Dean.

"Dean, Sam's gotta get back by—" I started but was interrupted by Dean.

"Monday. Right, the interview." Dean said. It's not that I was warming up to Sam it's just that he was planning on leaving us again and if he wanted to leave us again then I wanted him gone before I got used to having him around again. I think he heard this from the tone of my voice because he gave me a look.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"No and she's not ever going to know."

"Well that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean started walking but I stood where I was knowing this was their time to work things out and I didn't want to interrupt that. Sam followed him, but I could still hear everything because they were still in earshot of me.
"Who is that?" Sam asked.

"One of us." Dean said.

"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."

"Well you've got a responsibility."

"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures me and Ket wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back.

I watched as Dean grabbed Sam by the shirt and shoves him up against a rail on the bridge and prepared myself incase I needed too step in. "Don't talk about her like that." Dean let Sam go, we all turned to see a woman in white on the side of the bridge. We all ran to the railing and looked over I was still a good twenty maybe twenty-five feet away from them.

"Where'd she go?" Dean hollered to me because I was closest to her.

"I don't know." I yelled back, that's when we heard the engine of the car start up.

Words were exchanged between the boys but I couldn't hear over the engine, but when I saw Dean hold up his keys I knew what was coming
We all started running but I've never been a good runner and the boys were way ahead of me. I saw them jump over the railing and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of that. The impact of the car hurt like hell but I was flung off too the side and after the car got to where the boys had been it stopped. I sat up checking myself over when I saw Sam through himself over the railing back onto the bridge then pulling Dean back on too. There was a white hot pain shooting up my left arm, I looked down at it and saw that it had been dislocated.

"Kat!" the boys both yelled and ran over to where I was sitting.
"I'm okay!" I yelled back, when they reached me it was too dark for them to actually see me.

"Car all right?" I asked.

"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick—What a bitch!" Dean yelled as if the spirit could hear her. I couldn't help it I let out a grunt through clenched teeth at the pain in my shoulder. The boys remembered that I had just been hit by the car and ran over too help me up. Dean started looking for injuries and when he got to my shoulder I hissed at his touch. As much as I hated it I knew what was coming next.
"You ready?" Dean asked, I braced myself on the railing and nodded my head as I took a deep breath. I heard it snap back in place and let out a short cry before getting a hold of myself and biting the pain back like dad had taught me.

"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure" I said, "So where's the trail go from here, genius?" I asked Dean.

We drove back to the motel in silence and I knew it was because I was trying to sleep and neither of the boys wanted to disturb me. I didn't fall asleep but they didn't know that. Sam and Dean went inside to check us in and a couple minutes later they came back out.

"Kitty wake up," Dean said, I sat up in the back seat as he and Sam got in. "Dad was here." he said, I must have had a shocked look on my face.

We drove around to the other side and we all got out going to the room that dad had supposedly rented for the whole month. We walked in and looked around the room from where we were standing. Dean turned on a light, and under the lamp is a half-eaten hamburger. Sam started walking around a table that has a circle of salt around it on the floor.
"Whoa." he said
After sniffing the hamburger under the lamp and flinching at the smell Dean said,
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least." I was still waiting by the door for the boys to finish their exploring.
Sam picked up the salt, "Salt, cats-eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." I noticed Dean inspecting an article on the wall,
"What do you got here?" I asked holding my arm.

"Centennial Highway victims. I don't get it. I mean different men," I walk to the other side of the room, "different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

My gaze stops on a paper that says 'Woman in White'. I turned on a light to see it better and laughed to myself.

"Dad figured it out." I said, Sam and Dean looked at me.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white." I said, we looked around at the pictures on the wall of the men who have been victims.
"You sly dog." Dean said, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness." Sam said, I wanted to hit him in the back of the head for even suggesting that.

"No, dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean said, giving me a look that said not to hit Sam.

"No, not that I can tell. If I were dad though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive." I said

"Hey Dean-What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry."

"No chick flick moments." Dean said holding up a hand.

"All right, jerk." Sam said.

"Bitch." replied Dean.

"Asshats." I said.

Dean went into the bathroom to take a shower leaving me and Sam alone.
"Hey, Kat you wanna-" He started but I cut him off.
"No." I said with a strong tone.
"What?" he asked looking like a confused lost puppy.
"I said 'no' is that too hard for you to understand?"
"Kat-"
"Will you just stop? I obviously do not want to talk to you."
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, my eyes went wide and anger boiled off of me, I wasn't one to get angry unless it was about family and what this family did.
"You want to know what's wrong? You left, that's what's wrong. And, you're going to leave again and thank you but no thank you I don't want to feel like I'm losing you all over again." I said, and I could see the hurt in his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something but I stuck my hand up. "Save it." I said, before walking out side to sit on the curb.

I left the door open so that Dean wouldn't freak, I sat down on the curb and pulled out the pack of cigarets in my coat pocket, took one out of the little box and lit it up. It was half way gone when Dean came out and Sat down next to me.
"So I take it you haven't grown out of smoking yet."
"Nope." I said, looking straight ahead at the gas station that was across the street.
"How's your shoulder?"
"It's whatever." he had had enough of my attitude because he grabbed my face in his hands and turned my head so that I was looking at him.
"Give him a chance." he ordered, my reply was blowing the smoke I had been holing in into his face.
"Nice Kat." he said, waving the smoke away. Sam walked out of the room noting the cigaret in my hand and the smoke clearing around Dean's head. I put it out and we all walked back into the room.
"Hey guys, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You guys want anything?" Dean said.
"No." Sam and I said in union.
Dean walked out of the hotel room, Sam was checking his voicemail and I heard my phone ringing.

"What?" I said,
"Kat, five-o take off." Dean said.
"What about you?"
"Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go find dad." I hung up and I turned to Sam.
"We gotta go." He looked at me like I had just shot a dog.
"What why?"
"Five-o, Dean said to take off." Sam walked over and peaked out the curtain before turning around and grabbing his bag then following me out the window.
We went to the diner around the corner and tried to figure out what to do next.
"If I were Dean I'd go talk to Joseph Welch next." I said after we paid for our coffee, and that's what we did.

I pulled out my phone after leaving Joseph's house and called 9-1-1.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, but I shushed him as the person on the other side picked up.
"9-1-1 state your emergency."
"There is gun shots at Witheford Road please hurry." I said, earning a approving look from Sam.
"Ma'am what is your name?" the 9-1-1 operator asked.
"Oh my name? My name is-" I snapped my phone shut and Sam started laughing. "What?" I said, "Like you had a better idea." he shook his head but kept driving.
"Fake 911 phone call Kitty? I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
"You're welcome."
"Listen, we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it." I said, moving my phone so that Sam could hear too, this was the closest we had been to each other in two years. "So the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop."
"Kat would you shut up for a second."
"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."
"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?" Sam demanded.
"I've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that." Sam said, I gave him a look that said 'duh asshat'.
"Yeah, well he did this time." Dean said, from the other side.
"What's it say?" We said, in union again. I was ready to give up talking all together if he was just going to say everything with me.
"Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates." I said.
"Where to?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure yet." Dean answered.
"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-whoa!" I said looking up to where Sam was looking. "Sam?" I said, I was sorta freaking out at this point, last time I had an encounter with this chick I get a dislocated shoulder, which still hurt like a bitch. Sam slammed on the breaks.
"Sam?! Kat?!" Dean yelled into the phone.
Constance appeared in the back seat of the car. "Take me home." she said, I didn't understand what the hell was going on, Sam wasn't alone nor was he the unfaithful type.
"Take me home." she said, again.
"No." Sam said, What the hell is happening here? Why is she doing this with me here? I thought trying to figure this all out.
The doors locked and Sam and I tried to unlock them to escape but they wouldn't unlock. The car was put in gear and the gas pedal was pressed in. Sam tried to control the steering wheel but Constance was controlling it, he let go and tried to push the door out but again it didn't move. Constance's image flickers in the back seat as the car pulled up to the house at the end of Breckenridge Road. The car shut off even but the doors were still locked, I was beginning to freak, trying to break the glass on the door window with my elbow. Bad idea considering I only had one good arm.
"Don't do this." I squeaked out through the fear that had me pinned to the seat so that I was pressed against the door.
"I can never go home."
"You're scared to go home." Sam said.

He turned back to view her face to face, but she was gone. We looked around for her, and we both jumped when she appeared in the passenger seat. She jumps on top of him and pushes him down on the seat. I couldn't move, I had no idea what to do without any weapons or salt, and my mind was just racing. So I just sat still watching
"Hold me. I'm so cold." she said.
"You can't kill him. He's not unfaithful." I blurted out, she turned to me and she disappeared. I was thrown down and I started screaming at the pain in my chest, the bitch had her claws in me trying to reach through my chest. Sam was still laying down trying to figure out what was happening when I herd the gunshots. Sam snapped out of it and turned the engine over and put the car into gear.
"I'm taking you home." he said, He floored it and the car shot through the house the pain in my chest stopped and I looked over to Sam. Dean appeared at the drivers door,
"Are you guys okay?!" He asked frantically.
"Bitch has claws! I'm okay, I guess." I said.
"Can you move?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Help me." I said, and they helped pull me out of the car. There was blood marks on my chest from where her claws had been. "Man, and I really liked this shirt." I mumbled to myself.

Constance picked up a picture of her and her children, that was lying on the floor. Constance throws the picture on the ground, and steps aside, controlling the dresser she had been standing in front of with her mind, and sent it forward pinning Dean and Sam and myself against the hood of the car. We struggle to try to push it away. The lights flicker on, and Constance turns around to see the stairs leaking water. She looked to the top of the stairs and sees her two children standing there. The children join hands.
"You've come home to us mommy."
We watched as suddenly Constance's children are behind her. They grab her, and she screams as she and her children melt into a sort of puddle on the ground. Finally we were able to push the dresser off of us. We walk over to the small puddle on the ground.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." I said. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot. Nice work Kitty." Sam said.
"Thanks." I replied and got a look from both brothers for actually being nice to Sam.

"I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" I said to Dean.

"Hey, saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing. Sam If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you."

Sam was looking to see where dad wanted us to go and I was trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in without bugging my chest or shoulder, it wasn't working though.
"Okay here's where dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam said, from the passenger seat.
"Sounds charming. How far?" I said
"About 600 miles."

"If we shag ass we can make it by morning." Dean said.
"Dean, um…"
"You're not going." I said, in a monotone voice and turned my head so that he couldn't see my face.
"The interview's in 10 hours, I gotta be there."
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." Dean said, sounding a bit disappointed.

Dean pulled up to Sam's apartment. Sam grabbed his bag and gets out of the car.

"You'll call me if you find him?" Sam asked as I finally started to fall asleep.
"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right."
"Sam."
"You know, the three of us, we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah."
Dean pulled out of the drive way and we started our drive to wherever it was we were going. I fell asleep and didn't wake up till the fire trucks we blaring their horns in the parking lot to Sam's apartment. "What the hell?" I said, as I slid out of the car.
Sam was standing at the back of the car doing something with the weapons we kept back there, Dean had just walked up to and I could tell by the look on his face I had just missed something huge.
Sam tossed a shotgun back into the trunk and before closing it he said.
"We've got work to do."

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