I have absolutely nothing to say. I got busy, life got terrible, and school actually got hard for the first time ever. This beast was supposed to have been out months ago, but I just lost my muse and couldn't find it anywhere. If it wasn't for DH, I would probably still be staring at a blank word processor, so... And I also found myself becoming a Gleek. Not something I am especially proud of, but hey, obsession is obsession, right? Anyway, on with Pilot: Part 2!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

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The four Winchesters walked along the side of Sylvania Bridge, each looking for something the others had missed. Sam and Dean stopped and turned to look over the side, staring into the muddy, murky water below. "So, this was were Constance took the swan dive, huh?"

Adam nodded, glancing around suspiciously, and noticing the way the air was suddenly charged with... something, "Yeah, that's what the article said."

"So, do you think Dad would have been here?" Diana asked, her eyes scanning the road for anything out of place.

Dean sighed and shrugged, "Well, he was chasing this spirit and we're chasing him, so..."

They started walking again, Adam and Diana staying slightly behind. They listened as their brothers' conversation grew, "So, what do we do now?"

Dean answered as if it were obvious, "Now, we dig until we find 'im. It might take a while."

Sam stopped and started at Dean, "Dean, I have to be back to school on Monday!"

Diana and Adam shared a look as Dean also stopped and let his head drop to his chest, "Right, school. I forgot."

Sam bit his lip and awkwardly said, "Yeah..."

Dean nodded, "Yeah." He looked away, "You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"

"Yes. Why not?" Sam shrugged.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? About the things you've done?" Dean spat out with more venom then was absolutely necessary.

"No," Sam snapped. "No, and she never will."

"Yeah, 'cause that's totally healthy," Adam mumbled from behind.

Sam and Diana turned to glare at him, but Dean continued, "You can pretend all you want Sam, but one day, you're going to have to face up to what you truly are."

"And what's that?" Sam spat sarcastically.

Dean threw his arms up and turned around to look at the twins, "One of us. A Hunter."

Sam walked so he was standing in front of Dean, "No! I'm not one of you! That's not going to be my life!"

Diana tried to break up the fight, "And it doesn't have to be! Can we just finish this case and-"

"You have a responsibility! To us, to Dad!" Dean said, cutting her off.

"What responsibility? To Dad and his... crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looked like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

The twins knew he had gone to far with mentioning John's dead wife. It was a more-than-touchy subject, Adam having had brought it up on one occasion. It was almost like bringing up his mother with Diana. In a flash, moving quicker than any human should have been able to, Dean was on top of Sam, pinning him to the railing of the bridge. The twins were just as fast, racing forward to try and peel Dean off of Sam, "Dean! He didn't mean it. He didn't mean that and you know that!"

Sam chocked out, "She gone, just like Kate is gone."

Adam's temper rose, "Don't even go there Sam! Don't even! Your mom and our mom, they died for us!"

Dean ignored them and looked Sam directly in the eyes, his own mossy green eyes shiny brightly with what Sam would later hesitate to call tears, "Don't... Don't talk about her like that..."

"Uh, guys, not that this is terribly sad and everything, but..." Diana stopped and pointed towards a spotter further down the road.

As Dean released Sam's shirt, and all eyes turned to stare at the thing at which the youngest Winchester was pointing, the ghost of Constance Welch glared heatedly at them before jumping into the frozen river below.

"Shit!" Dean yelled, taking off to were Constance had just disappeared. "Where the Hell did she go?"

Sam, Adam, and Diana ran up behind him and looked over the side, eyes scanning for any evidence of the woman who had been dead for over 20 years. Adam shook his head and grimaced, "I don't know... I can't see anything through this fog."

Diana turned her head to see if Constance was somehow still on the bridge, but all she saw was the Impala... with the head-lights on, engine warm and rumbling, "Uh, Dean? Who's driving your car?"

This caused the heads of the three boys to snap up and turn towards the entrance of the bridge where the classic car sat idling in the cool night air. Dean's eyes widened as he pulled the car keys out of the pocket of his worn leather jacket and jingled them.

The Impala suddenly lurched forward and started gaining speed as it charged towards the Winchesters. Sam took a couple steps back, put each of his hands on one of the twins' shoulders, "Uh, Dean? Go, go, go!"

Though they were running as fast as they could, the Winchesters were clearing not as fast as the Chevy and it was gaining on them quickly. Not seeing another way out of their trouble, they shared a look and weaved to the side of the bridge, and without missing a beat, all four of them went over.

The Impala seemed to watch them fall as she gently rolled to a stop, her lights dimming, with nothing but the sound of the river below.

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If there was one thing the Winchesters feared most, it was losing their family. This fear was what Diana and Sam both felt as they heaved themselves over the railing of the bridge and onto the pavement. When the four of them had jumped over the bridge, only two of them had been able to find purchase on the rail, while the other two flew behind them, and into the river.

Diana looked over the rail, Sam right behind her, both of them desperately searching for their siblings, "ADAM! DEAN! ADAM!" Diana screamed at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly, she spotted something below, "Sam, look! There they are!"

Sam looked down to the side of the river bank where he caught sight of Dean dragging himself and half-conscious Adam out of the muddy water. Sam yelled down to them, "Dean! Are you guys alright?"

Even from the bridge, Sam could feel Dean's glared burning through him, "Yeah, just peachy!" In a more serious tone he said, "Adam smacked his head on a rock, somehow. I think he'll be fine, but we should go get a motel room."

Diana looked on worriedly as Sam went down to meet their brothers, swinging one of Adam's arms over his shoulder and letting Dean get himself up. By the time they got to where Diana was standing by the Impala, Adam was awake, trying to walk on his own, but unsteady on his feet.

She ran towards them and almost pushed him to the ground while trying to hug the life out of him, "You moron! Why the Hell didn't you grab the railing?"

He smiled slightly and joked, "Eh, I was a little warm. Thought I might do some swimming instead. To bad I didn't see the 'No Diving' signs..."

Diana scowled, "Don't even joke, Jerk." She handed Adam off to Sam again and hugged Dean, "I'm glad your okay, too."

Dean hugged her back for a moment before pushing her into a head-lock and giving her a harsh head rub, "Girlie, you know better than that! Now, what did that Constance bitch do to my car?"

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Later That Night

Dean threw his fake credit card down on the counter of the cheap motel, "One room, please," he grated out, wanting nothing more than to take a nice long shower and get a good nights rest.

The man behind the counter looked at the card, then at the little rag-tag group in front of him, "So, are you guys having a reunion, 'r somethin'?" He swipe the card and handed it back to Dean.

Sam's eyebrows rose, "What do you mean?"

The man looked again at the group: one girl, pretty, three boys, one looking like he belonged in college, a younger one, obviously the girls twin who looked as if he was fighting to keep his eyes open, and the oldest one. The last two looked like they had been through a mud bath, and smelled the same, "Well, I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month. Crazy bastard..."

The Winchesters shared a look and Dean brushed out a hurried Thank You as the clerk told them which room their father had rented before herding his sibling out of the office and down the line of doors.

Before long, they found John's room: 123, and Dean quickly picked the lock and brushed the door open. Sam lead the twins into the dark room and were followed by Dean who switched the lights on, grimacing. Shutting the door, he looked round and saw that the room was a complete disaster area: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures and notes were tacked strategically onto all the vertical surface in the room. Books were laying on every table and on the bed that Adam sat on with one of his hands rubbing absently at a scratch on his face. Diana sat next to him, checking him for injuries. Sam looked around the room and whistled softly, "Whoa..."

Dean walked up to the tiny dining table and picked up a half-eaten hamburger that was laying on top of an ancient looking book called "Spirits of the Road". He sniffed it and recoiled, "I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least..."

Sam stepped over a salt line and shook his head, "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean walked around the room, looking at the papers that stuck to the walls. Diana watched him warily, "What've you got there?"

"Centennial Highway victims..." Dean said, pulling on of the pictures off the wall.

Sam walked next to him, shaking his head, "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicity. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

Sam looked at one of the newspaper clippings, trying to make some sense out of his father unintelligible writing. He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side, "Holy shit... He figured it out."

Adam looked up at him from where he was leaning against Diana's shoulder, "What do you mean?"

"Dad found the same article that Adam and I did. Constance Welch. She is a Woman in White," Sam stated, pointing to the article.

Dean glanced at the photos again and smirked, "Well, well... You sly dogs!" He looked at Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would have found the corpse and salted and burned the sucker."

"She might have had another weakness," Diana suggested from the bed, brushing a stray hair from her twin's eyes.

"Nah," Dean said looking at them. "He would have wanted to be sure." He glance at the news article again, "He'd dig her up... Does it say where she buried?"

Sam scowled and shook his head, "No, not that I can tell..." He pointed at a picture of a young man, Joseph Welch, "But, if I was Dad, I'd go ask her husband, if he's still alive."

Adam got up from the bed, brushing off Diana concerned hand, "Well, I guess we'll have to find an address, then! Although, until then, I'm going to take a shower!" He started walking towards the bathroom, but was stopped by Dean's hand on the back of his neck, "Uh, yeah right, Kid. Majority rules that I go first."

Adam gaped, "That's jank! What the Hell?"

Dean just laughed and pushed him towards Sam, who caught him and smiled slightly, "Hey, guys..."

The three other Winchesters turned toward him, "Yeah?"

"What I said earlier, about our moms and Dad, I... I'm sorry-"

Dean cut him off with a raised hand and a small smile, "Hey, no chick-flick moments!"

Sam laughed, "Alright... Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean shouted back as he walked into the bathroom.

Diana raised her eyebrows, looking impressed, "Well, glad to see you two are back to your old selves!"

The next morning, Adam sat in front of his lap-top, searching for an address for one Joseph Welch. It took a little over an hour, but he finally found it. Sam walked out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, "You find it?"

Adam nodded, looking up and closing the computer, "Yep. We could be there in a whole 15 minutes."

"Well, that 15 minutes will have to wait until after breakfast," Dean said, sitting up in bed. "I, for one, am starving." He stood, grabbing his coat and keys, "You guys want anything?"

"Man, I could eat a horse right now! I'm freaking starving!" Adam said, throwing his head back and groaning.

Diana raised an eyebrow at him, "You could always eat a horse! Why are you so hungry all the time?"

Adam sat up and looked at her innocently, "I'm a teenage boy! I need a great amount nourishment in order to function properly and save all y'all's asses!"

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Diana mumbled, going back to her book.

Dean backed slowly to the door sharing an amused look with Sam, "I'll bring back some burgers and we'll go from there, alright?"

Sam, ignoring the younger Winchesters, nodded at Dean, smiling, and watched him walk out. He then took out his phone and opened it, eying the three messages from Jessica, and several texts from friends. Selecting one of the voice messages, he held it up to his ear, and turned away from Diana's watchful eyes. Sam listened to Jess ramble on about how she missed him and how their bed seemed too big with just one person in it. He smiled and was about to delete it when his phone rang out with Dean's ring-tone. Sam raised an eyebrow, but answered it. Before he could even say hello, Dean's voice hissed, "Dude, 5.O. Take off."

Sam stood sharply, catching Adam's eye, "What about you?"

They, uh, kinda spotted me... Go find Dad!"

And just like that, the call was disconnected.

Adam raised an eyebrow as Sam started frantically throwing things into random bags and tossing them into the small bathroom unit, "Uh, what exactly are you doing?"

"Police. They know Dean's a fake fed. He says to talk to Welch now."

Adam instantly stood at attention, quickly following Sam's example and closing his lap-top before dragging his sister off the bed and towards the bathroom where Sam was already lifting things threw the tiny window. Within seconds, the three were outside with their belongings and the door to their room was being forced open.

And obviously, this isn't the end, so the next chapter is the last part of the Pilot! Please Review! You know you want to!