I really was considering not updating again becuase NO ONE WAS REVIEWING. But then two wonderful people, Carver Edlund and nudgepleaseshutup did review the last chapter, so this is for you guys, and my wonderful Beta who I'd be lost and dying in a ditch somewhere with out, Demonic Hope! This really SHOULD have been out the same time as the last chapter, but I lost my hard-drive... Again, and had to find it! And to anyone who didn't skip this to get to the story already, you can go read now! Here's Pilot: Part Three, Bubby Edition.

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Dean stared at the police chief, unwavering, "Like I told you before, it's part of my old high school locker combo."

The chief looked at him incredulously, "Now, if you think that I actually believe that, then-" He broke off as one of the officers slammed open the door, "Sir, a call just came in. Shots fired down on Whiteford Road."

The chief looked at the officer then back at Dean, "You gotta go to the bathroom?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, "No..."

"Good," the chief said. He stood from his perch on the table and approached Dean with hand-cuffs twirling around his fingers, then cuffed the Winchester to the table and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Dean's eyes were glued to door, watching the shadows fade as the office emptied, then slowly looked around the room, searching for anything that could get him out of the chains. His green eyes looked down and found the open folder with his father's information in it and smiled; right there, on the paper closest to him, was a paper-clip.

Two minutes later, Dean was climbing out the window onto the fire-escape and finally to the ground, his father's journal and folder tucked securely under his arm. He jumped, though, when a voice behind him said, "Took you long enough, didn't it?"

Dean turned around and glared at Adam who was sitting on the nasty ground next to a dumpster. Diana stood next to him, her long arms folded over her chest in a superior fashion, "I told you he'd come out here."

Adam looked at her with confusion, "What are you smoking? I said he'd come out here!"

"Yeah, whatever, and chickens often fly into outer-"

"Guys! Shut up!" Dean yelled over their bickering, "What the Hell are you doing here?"

Adam stood up gracefully and started towards Dean, "Well, once we were done talking to Mr. Cheater-Pants Welch, Sam drove us back here and dropped us off-"

"Told us to wait for you then head off towards Constance's place, seeing as that was where her husband buried her," Diana finished.

Dean raised an eyebrow for seemed like the thousandth time that day, "Fine, but we gotta call Sam first."

At the twins' questioning looks, he threw the journal at them and started towards the nearest car which happened to be a crummy rust-red three-seat truck. Adam caught the book and gasped, "But... What the heck? Dad never goes anywhere without this thing! Why would he leave it now?"

Dean looked up, "Diana, toss me your cell." He caught it in one hand, the other opening the door of the truck. He sat down and dialed Sam's number the cherry redSiemens C75 phone. It had barely started ringing when Sam answered the other end. Dean chuckled, "Gosh, Sammy... Fake 9-1-1 call, that's pretty illegal."

"You're welcome, jerk!"

"Listen, we gotta talk-"

"Tell me about it! So the husband was unfaithful, like I'm sure the twins told you. We are dealing with a Woman in White, and she's buried somewhere behind her old house. That should have been Dad's next stop."

Dean clenched his fist around the steering wheel as Diana and Adam got into the truck, staring at him, "Sam! Would you shut up for a second?"

Sam continued, totally oblivious,"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the body yet."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Dean huffed, "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

Sam was silent for a second before he said, "What? How do you know?"

Dean shook his head, eying the thing in Adam's slightly shaking hands, "I've got his journal-"

"He never goes anywhere without that thing."

"Well, he did this time," Dean answered, sarcasm lacing his words.

Sam 's voice took on an annoyed tone, "What's it say?"

"Eh, same old Ex-marine shit that he pulls when he wants to tell us where he's going to be."

"Coordinates," Sam said, understandingly. "Where do they lead?"

"Don't know yet, just got out of the box, remember?" Dean watched as Adam leaned down next to his legs to hot-wire the car and within seconds, it roared to life.

"I don't understand... I mean, what could be so important that could make Dad skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the Hell is going on?"

Suddenly, all Dean could here was the squealing of his Impala's tires and then a dial tone, "Sam? Sam!"

Dean swore then tossed the phone back to Diana who stuffed it into her pocket, "What happened? Where'd he go?"

Dean shrugged, "I have no idea, but we need to get to the Welch's old house fast."

The older Winchester sibling threw the truck into gear and peeled out onto the road, driving faster than what could be considered safe in the middle of a town.

It took a lot longer than Dean would have liked, but eventually they pulled up to the run-down, creepy old house. As Dean shut off the truck, Adam and Diana also slid out, and looked around. Almost instantly, Dean heard his youngest brother's voice, "Uh, Dean, the Impala's here-"

Dean didn't let him finish before he was running towards the car, his 1911 .45 Colt already out and pointed. Now that the night was silent, the three Winchesters could hear pain-filled yells splitting through the air. "Shit," Diana whispered, running towards Dean, who, within seconds, was shooting the window out of his car.

From where they were standing behind Dean, the twins saw Constance's twisted face hovering over their older brother, and though Dean's bullets should have had no effect on her, they did repel her long enough for Sam to be able to sit up and shove the classic Chevy into gear. "I'm taking you home!" Sam yelled at no-one in particular, stomping on the gas pedal. The car zoomed past Dean and the twins, only to ram dangerously through the porch and into the house.

The three Winchesters raced after the car, climbing haphazardly through the wreckage to where Sam was practically falling out of the front door of the car.

Adam got to him first and took his arm, lifting him and Sam grunted. "You okay?" Diana asked, sliding next to them.

Sam grimaced, but nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine," he answered, wrapping an arm around his chest.

There was the sound of glass breaking, causing the Winchester kids to look up simultaneously. Constance look up at them from the picture she was holding of her and her children, then growled at them. Suddenly, a dress slid towards them. Dean and Diana were able to jump away, but it pinned Sam and Adam to the side of the Impala. Sam gasped, the wounds on his chest in perfect position to be crushed by the dresser, and Adam hissed, his hips pinned at an awkward angle. Dean and Diana both fought to get the large bureau off their siblings, but were distracted by the sound of small voices and water running down the stairs. Four pairs of closely matching eyes found and followed the small shadows of children as they slid down the stairs to embrace Constance whose large brown eyes widened even further. Her pained screams filled the large room as energy flowed from her form and she melted, her children folding over her as they turn into water and flowed through the floor boards.

The room was silent for more than a few seconds before Dean said, "This must have been where she drowned her kids..." Diana nodded in agreement, and, with Sam and Adam, was able to tip the bureau, freeing them. Sam answered, "That's why she could never go home. She was afraid to face her kids..."

Adam chuckled weakly, shaking his blonde head, "Damn, Sammy! Looks like you found her weak spot!"

Dean grinned, "Nice going!" he smacked Sam's chest and started walking around the Impala, looking for potential damage.

Sam laughed through the pain shooting up his body, "Yeah, wish I could say the same for you guys! What we're you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

Diana scoffed, "He saved you ass, didn't he?"

Laughing, Dean looked up, "I'll tell you one thing, if you screwed up my car-" He stood up straight and looked directly at him, "-I'll kill you."

Sam gaped and the twins laughed.

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Adam and Diana leaned forward as far as they could as Sam figured the coordinates their dad had left them. Highway to Hell played lowly over the radio as Dean drove down the highway, a grin stretched across his handsome face. Sam looked up, suddenly, a confident smile playing over his features, "Okay, 35-111... I don't get it, but it's smack in the middle of this wilderness area in Colorado called Blackwater Ridge."

Diana's face scrunched up, "Sounds charming..."

"How far?" Adam asked, scooting ever so closer.

Sam looked at him them back down at the map, "About 600 miles."

Dean looked pleased, "Hell, if we shag ass, we can make it there by morning!"

Sam looked at him for a moment then out at the open road, "Dean, I, uh..."

Dean's bright smile faltered, and Diana and Adam shared a nervous look. Dean closed his eyes for a brief moment then looked back to the road, "You're not going." Though it should have been a question, Dean had it sounding like a clear statement.

Sam sounded more like a kicked puppy, "Man, the interview is in like, 10 hours... I have to be there."

Nodding, Dean pushed there acceleration pedal down, "Yeah, it's okay, we'll drive you home."

The other Winchesters could hear the pain in the oldest's voice. Sam looked out the window so no one could see his stricken expression. Adam and Diana bit the corners of their mouths and shared another look before Adam shrugged softly and sat back, pulling his I-Pod out of the pocket on the back of the front seat. Diana watched him then glanced between her oldest brothers, hating the tension that suddenly filled the air. She sighed and sat back, folding her arms and glaring out the window.

They made it back to Palo Alto in little less than three hours. Dean, Adam, and Diana watch sadly as Sam got his bag out of the trunk and approach the front seat where Adam was now sitting, "Call me if you find him?" Sam asked, leaning threw the open window.

Diana smiled slightly, nodded, "Sure thing, Sammy."

Sam smirked and turned to walk away when Dean said, "You know, Sam, we made a Hell of a team back there."

Sam smirked, but nodded, "Yeah, I guess we did..."

Adam let out a laugh and a wave as Dean started the car down the road. Diana looked out the back window, waving her fingers at her brother, tears misting up her blue eyes, "Why did we have to leave?"

Dean sighed, "Dee, you know why. I know, it's not what I want either, but we all know it's for the best."

"Besides, Diana, it's not as if we're never going to see him again. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of hi-" Adam suddenly broke off and grew deathly pale, and whispered, "No..."

Dean turned his worried gaze onto his brother, as did Diana, "AJ? What's wrong?"

Adam's blue eyes started giving off a glowing hue, as Dean slammed on the breaks, "ADAM! What's wrong?"

The teen shuddered and turned slightly green, "We have to go back! Now! We have to get back to Sammy, now, Dean!"

Without a seconds hesitation, Dean swung the Impala around and sped back towards Sam's apartment. Diana looked up towards where Sam's bedroom would be and saw a shadow she could have sworn was in the shape of a person but it seemed to disappear before she could get a god look at it. She found herself being left behind as Dean followed Adam towards to fire escape where the teen raced up them faster than was humanly possible. Diana jumped out of the car and pursued after them. Before she was able to reach the window where her brothers had already gone through, she saw smoke billowing out of the same window that she saw the shadowy figure.

Once inside, it didn't take long for her to find Dean who was struggling to get Sam out of his bedroom and into the adjoining hallway. Sam was screaming for Jess and Diana felt sick. Underneath Sam's anguished screams for his girl friend, Diana heard Dean yelling at her to find Adam. She threw him a thumbs up and ran deeper into the apartment, covering her mouth with her sleeve as it was getting harder to breathe through the smoke. She checked a few of the rooms and finally found her twin in what could have once been a spare room but was now burned and blackened. He was laying half-way out a window, not quite conscious, as she heaved one of his heavy arms over his shoulders and dragged him out into the hall and towards the fire escape. Luckily Dean was still trying to force Sam out of the window when Diana ran as fast as possible to him, "I can't carry him anymore Dean! He's too heavy!"

Dean looked between the brother he was trying to keep from running back into the fire and the one who couldn't keep his eyes open. He had a burst of strength that came with the fear of losing one of his brothers and was able to push Sam out onto the fire-escape, then Diana who was barely able to get sam down the ladder, while dean picked Adam up fire-man style and crawled out with him.

With the four of them finally safe and on the ground, Sam eerily silent and Adam downing a bottle of water, they watched firemen wash down the flames that had broken the heart of one of their own. Sam stood suddenly and walked towards the open trunk of the Impala, pulling out one of the sawed-off shot guns and forcing a few salt-rounds into it. Diana walked up behind him and leaned against his side. Dean stood to the right of him, watching him carefully.

Sam took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then opened them, a new fire burning in their hazel depths, "We've got work to do," he said with no emotion. He threw the shot-gun into the trunk and slammed it close, sealing his fate.

Wll, that turned out longer than I expected... Oh well! Remember people: reviews=inspiration=creative juices=more junk for you to read! Please, review! I don't care if it one word, or a freaking paragraph, or even FLAMES! I will go for anything at this moment!

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