Here's chapter two of Restarting! Don't own Supernatural
Chapter Two: Constance Welch
After Dean agreed, Sam started packing for the hunting trip. He pulled out a large hook-shaped knife and slided it inside.
Jess entered the room, "Wait, you're taking off?" Sam looked up, "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"
"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama," Sam lied smoothly, going over to the dresser and turning on the lamp"
"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip," Jess sat down of the bed.
Sam rummaged in one of the drawers and came out with a couple shirts, which went into the duffel, "Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."
"What about the interview?" Jess questioned.
"I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days," Sam assured his girlfriend.
Sam went around the bed and Jess followed, "Sam, I mean, please," Sam stopped and turned, "Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"
Sam laughed, "I'm fine."
"It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal."
"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise," Sam kissed her on the cheek and left.
"At least tell me where you're going," Jess pleaded.
Before the trio went on the hunt, Dean stopped the Impala at a gas station in order to refuel the Impala and get some snacks. George was wearing a green button-up with jeans while Sam was wearing his button-and jacket. Sam and George were waiting in the car while listening to 'Ramblin' Man' by the Allman brothers. After what seemed like an eternity (George really hated waiting) Dean came out of the convenience mart carrying junk food. George was lying down in the back seats while Sam was in the shotgun seat with the door open rifling through a box of tapes.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed," Sam leaned out and looked at him, "You want breakfast?"
"No, thanks."
"Any for you Georgie?"
"Gimme the poptart," George replied without looking up. Dean chuckled and handed a box of cinnamon poptarts to her.
"You better be sharing that," Dean told her.
"No promises," came the muffled sound from the back as George had already taken a gigantic bite from the poptart.
"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You two and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean put the nozzle back of the pump.
"It's not our fault," George swallowed her food, "All we do is apply."
"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam swung his legs back into the car and closed the door.
"Uh, Burt Aframian," Dean went into the driver seat and put his soda and chips down.
"And his kids Hector and Maria. Scored three cards out of the deal," George finished.
Dean closed the door, "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection," Sam said.
"Why?" George had gotten up in the back was sitting behind Sam now.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two," Sam held up a tape for every band he named, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean took the Metallica tape from Sam, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
"Well, house rules, Sammy," Dean popped the tape in the player, "Driver picks the music-"
"Shotgun shuts his cakehole," George finished from the back.
Dean dropped the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and started the engine.
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud," Dean drove off.
"Thank you," Sam hung up from the phone call from the morgue, "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or that's something, I guess."
Dean glanced over at Sam then looked back at the road. Dean spotted a two police cars and several officers at the bridge ahead of them, "Check it out," Sam leaned forward for a closer look while George got up from her seat and leaned in between the two brothers. Dean pulled over and the trio took a long look before Dean turned off the engine. Dean opened the glove compartment and pulled out a box full of ID cards with his, John's and Georges face on them. He picked on out and grinned at Sam, "Let's go."
On the bridge Deputy Jaffe leaned over the railing and yelled down to two men who were poking around the river, "You guys find anything?"
"No! Nothing!" one of the men shouted.
The deputy turned back to the car in the middle of the bridge. Deputy Hein was at the driver's side looking around inside the car, "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean."
The trio walked into the crime scene, "So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?"
"Yeah," Hein replied.
"How's Amy doing?" Jaffe asked.
"She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean cut in.
Jaffe looked up at Dean and straightened up to talk to him, "And who are you?"
Dean and George flashed their badges.
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?"
Dean laughed, "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you," Dean and George went over to the car.
"You did have another one just like this, right?" George asked.
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that."
"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked.
Jaffe nodded, "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
Dean circled the car, "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"
"No. Not so far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" Sam and George went over to Dean.
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys."
"Yeah good job" George said sarcastically.
Sam stomped on Dean's foot, "Thank you for your time," Sam started to walk away and Dean and George followed, "Gentlemen."
Dean smacked Sam on the head, "Ow! What was that for?"
"Why'd you have to step on my foot?"
"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Dean looked at Sam and moved in front of him.
"Girls girls, you're both pretty," George said walking next to Dean.
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves," Sam cleared his throat and looked over Dean's shoulder. Dean and George turned to see Sheriff Pierce and two FBI agents.
"Can I help you three?"
"No, sir, we were just leaving."
Dean nodded at the FBI agents as they walked past, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."
A young woman was tacking up poster with the man who went missing, Troy's, face. The poster had the caption:'MISSING TROY SQUIRE'. The trio approached her, "I'll bet you that's her."
"Yeah."
The three of them walked up to the young woman, "You must be Amy."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, Troy told us about you. I'm his aunt and they're his uncles. I'm George, this is Dean, and that's Sammy."
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy walked away while Dean, Sam, and George followed.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."
"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around," Sam told her.
Another woman named Rachel went up to Amy and put a hand on her arm, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Is it okay if we ask you a couple of questions?" George asked.
The four of them are sitting in a booth, Dean and Sam sat across Amy and Rachel while George had pulled up a chair.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."
"Did he say anything unusual?" George asked.
Amy shook her head, "No. Nothing I can remember."
"I like your necklace," Sam complimented.
AMY holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it.
Amy held the pentagram-shaped pendant she was wearing and looked down at it, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—" she laughed, "—with all that devil stuff."
Sam laughed a little then looked down, then looked up, Dean looked over, "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
"Know-it-all," George muttered.
"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries," Dean look his arm off the back of Sam's seat and leaned forward, "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." the two girls looked at each other, "What is it?"
"Well, it's just..." Rachel began, "I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."
"What do they talk about?" The three of them said in unison.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago," Murder = violent death. Vengeful Spirt? Most likely Dean looked at Sam who watched Rachel attentively, "Well, supposedly she's still out there," Sam nodded, "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
The two hunters and supposedly 'ex'-hunter shared glances.
The trio had went to the library to search for the legend to see if it was true and, if so, find out who this dead chick was and stop it. They were searching for through the archives of the Jericho Herald. Dean at first tried 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' with zero results. Then George sighed and pushed Dean out of the way and tried 'Female Murder Centennial Highway'. Dean pushed her away from the computer.
"Let me try," Sam said.
Dean smacked Sam's hand, "I got it," Sam shoved Dean's chair out of the way and took over, "Dude!" Dean hit Sam in the shoulder, "You're such a control freak."
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"
"Yeah."
"Yup," George agreed.
"Well, maybe it's not murder," Sam replaced 'Murder with 'Suicide' and found an article entitled 'Suicide on Centennial'. Dean glanced at Sam. Sam opened the article dated April 25, 1985.
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 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."
"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.
"Yeah.
"Well, then what?" George asked.
"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."
Dean raised his eyebrows, "Hm."
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch," Sam read.
"The bridge look familiar to you?"
The three of them walked along the Sylvania Bridge, then stopped to lean over the railing and looked down at the river. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean joked.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam looked over at Dean.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean continued walking and Sam and George followed.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."
"Or not long at all, depending on if your dad wants us to find him."
"I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—"
Dean and George turned around, "Monday. Right. The interview."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer?" Dean asked.
"Marry your girl?" George followed.
Maybe. Why not?
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
Sam stepped closer, "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 and George turned around and kept walking. Sam followed.
"And who's that?"
"You're one of us."
Sam hurried to get in front of Dean and George, "No. I'm not like you two. This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to—"
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed both of our moms-"
"Woah, Sammy, leave me out of this."
Sam ignored her, "They're gone. And they aren't coming back."
Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. There was a long pause.
"Dean," George warned.
"Don't talk about her like that," Dean released Sam and walked away. George saw what Dean was looking at. It was the same woman from the news article, Constance Welch, standing on the edge of the bridge.
"Sam."
Sam and George went over to stand next to Dean. Constance looked over at them, then stepped forward off the edge. Sam, Dean, and George ran to the railing and looked over.
"Where'd she go?"
George shook her head, "I have no idea."
Behind them, the revving of an engine was heard. The three of them turned around and saw the Impala was running, headlights on.
"What the—"
"Who's driving your car?" Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and jingled them. Sam glanced at them. The car jerked into motion, heading straight for them. They turned and ran. "Dean? George? Go! Go!"
The car moved way faster than they could've ran. When it got too close, the trio dived over the railing. The car finally came to a halt.