Driving through the street I noticed a young girl tacking posters to walls with the victims face on it. "Guys I think that may be Amy, Officer Jaffe's daughter" I said motioning towards her.
"I'll bet you that is her" Dean said pulling the Impala over. Sam muttered his agreement looking at the girl. Putting our badges away we all climbed out the car and headed towards her. The poor girl looked very tired and distraught, it looks like she hasn't slept in a while.
"You must be Amy?" Dean said as we reached the girl.
Looking up she looked over the three of us with a confused face "Yeah".
"Yeah Troy told us about you. Were his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and that's Dani" Dean told her trying to convince her that we were related to Troy.
"He never mentioned you to me" she said walking away to post more flyers.
Following her I decided to speak, prehaps she would trust me better than the boys. "Well that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, were up in Modestop." Stopping she turned to look at me, listening to what I had to say. "We're looking for him too, and were kinda asking around"
"Hey are you okay?" A young woman asks walking towards Amy. She placed her hand on Amy's arm concerned that Sam, Dean and I were bothering her.
"Yeah, I'm fine Rachel"
"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked to which both the girls agreed.
A couple of minutes later we were all sitting in a diner. I was sat between Dean and Sam and the girls were opposite to us. Unconsciously Dean placed his arm on the back of the booth behind me, leaning back I tried to get comfy. Sam gave me a questioning look obviously confused by this movement. Dean always did this so I was used to it but Sam had probably forgotten how close me and his brother were before he had left.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Amy tried to contain her sobs as she told us what had happened the last time she spoke to him.
Looking at Sam I nodded towards the girls edging him to ask the first question as he was more subtle than Dean, plus he was always better at interrogating people as he had something about him that made people trust him. Sam could see things that me nor Dean could. Dean however usually had to prove he could be trusted which took too long. Nodding Sam looked at Amy and asked, "He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?"
Amy took a few moments to think about this obviously ensuring that she hadn't missed anything. After a while she shook her head and told us that she couldn't think of anything.
This case is starting to get on my nerves, no on has given us a single clue to what the hell this could be. I mean sure they have no idea what is actually happening but there must be something that could help us. Without realising I started to tense up, this was something that always happenes when I get annoyed or extremely frustrated in cases like these. Seeing this Dean started to rub my shoulder with his thumb trying to tell me to calm down and we will eventually solve this case.
"I like your necklace" Sam said snapping me out of my mood.
"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents-" she laughed "with all that devil stuff"
Sam laughed lightly looking at Amy. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing" he looked at Dean then looked down. I was impressed that he knew this, to tell you the truth I was quite shocked. Sam was always the one who was reluctant to learn about this stuff as he never really wanted to be a hunter. John was always the one deciding on what the boys did and Dean followed like a little puppy whereas Sam refused and went to Stanford. I however got the chance to choose and I did do other jobs for a while but they didn't interest me so I stuck with what I was good at and that was being a hunter.
"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries" Dean removed his arm from behind me and leant forward. Ohh boy he better not say something stupid that could upset Amy and Rachel otherwise we may never get the clues we need. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything...". Dean paused as the girls looked at each other.
"What is it?" I asked jumping in before Dean could say anything, I knew that they had heard or seen something by the way that they were looking at each other.
"Well, it's just...I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk" Rachel mumbled looking from Amy to me.
"What do they talk about?" Both Sam and Dean asked at the same time. I tried to hide the laugh that escaped my lips with a cough but Dean had obviously noticed and sent me a small glare. I just smiled back at him knowing that I would have to bring this up later just to annoy the both of them. I felt small nudge from Sam silently telling me that I needed to listen to what the girls were saying.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago"
Dean looked towards Sam who was listening intently to what Rachel had said nodding in the process. Rachel carried on explaining the story telling us that the legend states she is still out there hitchhiking rides with unsuspecting men. She also mentioned that whoever picks her up disappears and is never found again. I looked at Dean at this point and indicated that this is something that we need to figure out I mean people don't just disappear out of thin air. Amy flinched when Rachel had mentioned this part showing that she still had some hope of finding Troy, poor girl.
After speaking to the girls we made our way out of the diner and stood on the sidewalk looking at each other.
Running my hand through my hair I let out a small sigh "Something is definatley wrong here guys people don't just disappear like Troy did".
"He could have just left town. That story could just be a coincidence" Dean tried to convince himself even though he knew that there was something more to what had happened.
"Come on Dean even you don't believe that. Let's just head to the library I'm sure we will find something there that will help us" Sam said walking off down the road.
Dean looked down at me and gave a weak smile before he walked off after Sam. "Come on Dani" he called over his shoulder. Rolling my eyes I reluctantly followed and it wasn't long before we walked through the old wooden doors to the library.
Finding a computer Sam and Dean sat down before deciding to look in the archives for the Jericho Herald. Leaving them to it I walked around the library making sure there were no hard copies of any articles placed on the shelves. Admitting defeat I walked back to where the boys were seated at the back of the library.
As I reached them Sam told Dean that he should try searching for articles but Dean being Dean thought that he had it covered. This wasn't enough of an excuse for Sam as he pulled Deans chair out of the way and took over typing duties.
"Dude" Dean moaned hitting Sam in the shoulder "your such a control freak".
"Now, now boys no arguing" I laughed as Dean gave Sam his best bitch face. Shaking my head I remembered that while I was walking around the library I had thought of an idea "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I asked.
"Yeah" Dean replied looking puzzled.
"Well maybe it wasn't a murder." I grab a seat and slide closer to the computer "Sam replace murder with suicide and see what you get"
From doing this we manage to find a small article entitled 'Suicide on Centennial'. Dean glanced at me as if to say I would have found that but I smiled as Sam opened the article dated April 25, 1981.
A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.
Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes].
What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."
At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.
"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."
"So this was in 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam reads.
Looking at the article I noticed a small picture of a young woman. This must have been Constance. "Does it say why she did it?.
"Yeah"
Getting impatient and realising Sam knew something Dean asked "What?"
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."
"That doesn't explain why she killed herself" I stated more to myself.
Sam seemed to agree and read on "Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."
Under this statement was another picture of Joseph next to Sylvania Bridge. That was where Troy died, no way is that a coincidence. Maybe that bridge had more to do with the case than we first thought.
Dean leant forward looking closer at the computer screen "That bridge look familiar to you two?"