Sam is driving the Impala down a Jericho highway when his cellphone rings. He pulls it out and answers it. It's Maria in a phone booth. Her phone had been confiscated in the sheriff's office and she didn't steal it back.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
"You're welcome," Sam grins.
"Listen, we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."
"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"
"I just can't figure out why Dad 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?"
"We've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
"Yeah, well, he did this time."
"What's it say?"
"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap he uses when he wants to let us know where he's going," Maria replies. Dean stands beside her, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"Coordinates," Sam says. "Where to?"
"We're not sure yet," Maria says into the receiver, glancing at her older brother.
"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? What the hell is going on?" Sam asks. Looking up, he sees Constance standing on the road in front of him. He slams on the brakes, and drops his phone. The car goes through Constance as Sam stops it.
"Sam? Sam!" Maria says. She shares a worried look with Dean.
Inside the Impala, Sam is breathing hard. He looks in the rearview mirror and sees Constance sitting in the backseat.
"Take me home," she says sadly.
"Take me home!" Constance says more forcefully.
"No," Sam replies. Constance glares at him and the doors lock themselves. Sam tries to unlock them. The gas pedal presses down and the car begins to move forward, steering itself. Sam tries to take back control of the Impala, but to no avail. Constance flickers in the backseat.
The Impala pulls up in front of Constance's old house on Breckenridge Road and stops. The engine shuts itself off.
"Don't do this," Sam pleads with the ghost.
"I can never go home," Constance says sadly, flickering.
"You're scared to go home," Sam says, looking back and seeing that Constance is no longer there. He looks around and sees her in the passenger seat. Constance climbs into his lap and shoves him back against the seat, hard enough to make it recline. Sam struggles beneath her.
"Hold me," Constance says seductively. "I'm so cold."
"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!"
"You will be. Just hold me," Constance says menacingly.
She kisses Sam, who continues to struggle against her, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and flickers again, revealing a horrible monster behind her beautiful face before disappearing completely. Sam looks around then yells in pain, yanking open his hoodie. He looks down and sees five holes burning through the fabric of his shirt, each hole matching one of Constance's fingers. She flickers in front of him, reaching her hand into his chest.
A gunshot goes off, shattering the driver side window of the Impala. The sound startles Constance. Dean and Maria approach the car, Dean still firing at her. Constance glares at the pair of them, flickering once again. Dean keeps shooting at her until she disappears again. Sam finally manages to sit up, starting the car.
"I'm taking you home," Sam says to Constance. He drives forward, Dean and Maria staring after the car. Sam crashes the car into the side of the house. Maria and Dean hurry through the wreckage of Constance's old home.
"Sam! Sam!" Maria says worriedly. "You okay?"
"I think…" Sam manages.
"Can you move?" Dean asks.
"Yeah," Sam replies. "Help me?"
Maria tries to move some of the wreckage out of the way so that Dean can open the door for Sam. Meanwhile, Constance picks up a framed photograph of a family. The woman in the photograph is Constance, and the children with her are hers. Maria manages to move enough of the debris out of the way for the car door to open. Dean reaches in and pulls Sam out.
"There you go," Dean says, helping his baby brother out of the car, carefully avoiding the rubble of the house while Maria closes the car door. The three Winchesters look around and see Constance looking up at them. She glares and throws the picture down onto the floor. A bureau scoots toward Sam, Dean, and Maria, pinning them against the Impala. They struggle against it, but it doesn't budge.
The lights flicker and Constance looks around her old home, frightened. She sees water pouring down the staircase. Constance walks over to it, looking at the landing. The young boy and girl from the photograph, her children, hold hands and speak in unison.
"You've come home to us, Mommy," they say. Constance looks at them, distraught. The two young children suddenly appear behind her, hugging her tightly. She screams at their touch and flickers. Constance and her two children melt into a puddle on the floor, Constance's screams still echoing through the house. Sam, Dean, and Maria are finally able to shove the bureau away from them. They go inspect the spot where Constance and the children vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean muses.
"That's why she could never go home," Sam replies, nodding. "She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot," Maria says, smiling. "Nice work, Sammy."
"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you," Sam says, turning to his brother. "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey. Saved your ass," Dean replies. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car…"
"We'll kill you," Maria finishes. Dean nods in agreement and Sam laughs.
The Impala speeds down the road, the right headlight out. Dean cursed under his breath when he saw the extent of the damage to the car; it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be after crashing through a house, but still. Any damage was too much damage. Sam sits in the passenger seat, the journal open to the page "Dean – Maria 35-111" and a map open on his lap. He's finding the coordinates with a ruler while Maria sits in the back, holding the flashlight for him, leaning over the front seat.
"Okay, here's where Dad went," Sam says. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
"Sounds charming," Dean says. "How far?"
"About six hundred miles," Sam replies.
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning," Maria supplies. Sam looks back at her, hesitating.
"Maria, I, um…"
"You're not going," Maria says. It isn't a question; she already knows the answer, but had been hoping for a different one after all they had been through in the last few days.
"The interview's in like, ten hours," Sam tries to justify himself. "I gotta be there."
Dean and Maria just nod. They're disappointed that Sam hadn't jumped at the chance to join them, but they aren't surprised. Hunting had never really been something Sam enjoyed like they had. They thought it was a shame that Sam didn't enjoy hunting; he was good at it.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. We'll take you home," Dean says, trying to hide his disappointment. Maria clicks off the flashlight.
They pull up in front of Sam's apartment a couple hours later. Dean and Maria are still frowning in disappointment. Sam gets out of the Impala and leans in the window, looking at his older siblings.
"Call me if you find him?" Sam asks, trying not to disappoint them further. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right," Maria and Dean say in chorus. Sam pats the passenger side door twice and turns to walk back toward his apartment. Dean leans toward the passenger door, slinging his right arm over the back of the seat. Maria leans out of the way just in time. She lets out a little irritated noise.
"Sam?" Dean says, stopping him. Sam turns around. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there, the three of us."
"Yeah," Sam says. Maria gets out of the back of the Impala. She hugs her little brother quickly before getting into the front seat. Dean and Maria drive off. Sam sighs as he watches them go. He lets himself into the apartment. Everything is dark and quiet.
"Jess?" Sam calls, closing the front door behind him. "You home?"
Sam sees a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen table with a note that says "Missed you! Love you!" sitting next to a National Geographic magazine. Sam picks up a cookie and eats it, sneaking into the bedroom, smiling to himself. He hears the shower running as he sits on the bed, shutting his eyes and flopping comfortably onto his back.
Something drips onto Sam's forehead. He flinches as one drop and then another land on his face. He opens his eyes and gasps in horror. Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him, her stomach gashed open. The drops on his face were blood, her blood.
"No!" Sam yells as Jess bursts into flames, the fire from her body spreading across the ceiling. Dean kicks open the front door, Maria following close behind him.
"Sam!" they say in unison, rushing to find him.
"Jess!" Sam yells, shielding his face with his arm. Dean and Maria come rushing into the bedroom.
"Sam!" Maria shouts, an edge of panic in her voice. "Sam!"
Maria and Dean look up and see Jess, pinned to the ceiling, barely visible through the flames surrounding her body.
"No! No!" Sam howls, half sobbing. Dean grabs Sam and shoves him out the door, Maria putting a comforting hand on her baby brother's back as they rush out of the room. Sam struggles against them all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!"
Dean and Maria look at the burning apartment as a fire truck parks outside. Firefighters try to control the blaze as the police keep onlookers from coming too close to the burning building. Maria and Dean walk back to the Impala. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, his face a mask of anger, loading a shotgun. They look warily at the trunk, then at Sam. He looks up at his siblings, sighs, then nods, tossing the shotgun into the trunk.
"We got work to do," Sam says, shutting the trunk of the Impala with a bang.