"Thanks," Sam said, hanging up the phone."Alright, no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." Callie didn't want to say anything, but when John didn't want to be found, he wasn't going to be. For now, she would just help out with the case. She got her phone out and started mess around with had a couple of missed calls from Isaac and a few texts from random people.
"Check it out,"Dean called, making Callie look up from her phone. She looked up and out of the window. They were arriving at a bridge filled with police cars and cops. Dean shut off the engine and surveyed the scene. He then reached into the glove compartment and reached for a box. It looked like it had lots of badges and fake IDs.
"Let's go Sammy."Dean said. Sam nodded, but Callie spoke up."Whoa, why do I have to stay in the car? I'm not a little kid, Dean."Dean nodded."Yeah, I know." He said."So I'm coming. You did not drag me from my apartment just for me to stay in your fucking car." Sam raised his eyebrows, not really wanting to get in between them. Dean and Callie were known for fighting a lot."Fine. Whatever."Dean said, but there was something that he was keeping back.
Callie got out of the car, and she now wished that she had worn something more...decent. She wore torn black pants, combat boots, and a tight fitting blue plaid shirt. She reached back into the Impala and got out her jacket, then put it around her. They walked along the crunchy, gravel rocks and to the police officer.
"You fellas had another one just like this last month, didn't you?"Dean asked, looking from the older cop to the younger black sent them a look."Federal marshals," Dean said, holding up a badge."You three a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Said one of the cops."Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"That's right. About a mile up the road. But there've been others before that."He replied."So this victim, you knew him?" Callie asked, looking at the officer with curiosity."A town like this, everybody knows everybody."He replied. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean questioned. The cop shook his head."No, not as far as we can tell," the officer said."So, what's the theory?"
"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping maybe?" He said."Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect outta you guys," Dean said. Sam stepped on Dean's foot, hoping to shut him up."Thanks for your time," Sam said. They started to walk off, but not before Dean smacked the back of Sam's head.
"What was that for?" Asked an irritated Sam."Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asked, equally irritated."Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Dean narrowed his eyes."C'mon, they can't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. If we're going to find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."Callie then spotted three cops walking their way over, so she coughed.
Dean turned, and Sam's attention went to them as well."Is there a problem here?" The older cop asked. "No sir, we were just leaving."Dean said. They started to walk away, leaving the marshal alone."Well that went smoothly," Callie murmured."Shut it Freckles." Dean said, climbing into the driver's seat. Callie hated that nickname worse than any of the others. She hated when he called her Freckles, because she hated her freckles.
Sam was nice enough to either call her Callie or Callie Bee."Let's just to down town to find Amy. She'll more than likely know something."Sam said, interupting an arguement before it broke out.
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"Bet you that's her," Dean said as they walked up the street."Yeah." Sam they got closer, they noticed that she was putting up Troy's picture."You must be Amy?" Dean asked."Yeah," Amy replied."Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles; I'm Dean and this is Sam."Amy seemed skepitcal.
"He never mentioned you. And who's she?" Amy asked, turning from the wall to them."I'm-""This is Callie, my girlfriend."Dean said, stepping up. He put his arm around her waist and made her move closer to him. Callie sent a look at him. She usually posed as their sister many years ago, and then friend of the family. You could easily tell that she and the Winchester brothers weren't related.
"Yeah, well, that's Troy for you. We're not around much; we're up in Medesto-""So, we're lookin for him, too. And we're kind of asking around."Sam said, who looked from Amy to Dean and Callie. Just then, another girl around Amy's age came up."Hey, are you okay?" She asked."Yeah," Amy replied, but her tone told you otherwise.
"Mind of we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam finished. The girls nodded and walked into the diner. They picked a seat near the back and by a window and sat down. The two girls sat on one side, and Callie, Dean, and Sam had to swuish into the other side. Callandra was practically on Dean's lap. He had his arm around her,still keeping up the façade.
"I had iust called Troy. He was driving home; he said that he would call me back. And, uh, he never did."Amy said, looking sown at the glass between her hands. "He did'n't say anythint strange or our of the ordinary?"Sam asked. Amy shook her head."No, nothig that I can remember."
Callie's mind started to fill with questions that she could ask, but her eyes caught something interesting."Nice necklace," she said to Amy. Amy looked down at her necklace and grabbed it. It was silver, and it had a five-pointed star in a circle. A pentagram."Troy gave it to me," she paused," mostly to scare my parents with...with all that devil stuff,"
Sam chuckles."Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, if you believe in that kind of thing."Callie stifled a laugh. Sam was always so nerdy, but to make matters worse, Callie was just about to say the same thing."Ok, thank you Unsolved Mysteries."Dean said, shaking his head at his dorky brother.
"Here's the deal, ladies; the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trailed off once he saw the look on Amy's friend's face."What is it?"He asked."Well it's just, I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk."She said."What do they talk about?" The brothers said in unison. Hunter minds think alike, Callie thought.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well supposedly she's still out hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up... well, they disappear forever." Dean looked at Callie and Sam, raising his eye brows.
•-•
Dean, Sam and Callie sat behind a computer, researching this mysterious local legend. As Dean put in 'female hitchhiking murder', Callie's mind started to rush with all of the possibilities. And as Dean started to put in more and more key words, nothing came up.
"Let me try," Sam said, putting his hand near the mouse."I got it." Dean said, swiping Sam's hand away."Guys," Callie said, catching both of their moved her chair over, making Dean and Sam move further down."Hey!" Dean cried. Callie rolled her eyes."So angry spirits are born out of violent deaths," she started.
"Yeah," Dean muttered. Callie sighed."Well, maybe it's not murder, Dean."He looked at her as she typed in 'female suicide Centennial highway' into the search bar. She smiled triumphantly as one result popped up. Sam and Dean moved closer to the screen."This was 1981, Constance Welsh,24 years old, jumps off of thr bridge- she drowns in the river."Read Sam, who had bumped Callie out of the way.
"Say why she did it?" Dean asked."Yeah," Callie said sadly. Dean looked up and at the computer screen."What?" Sam sighed."An hour before she left, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in thr bathtub; she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren't breathing."Callie's mouth hung open slightly, saddness crossing her face. She could only imagine what Constance had went through.
"Both died," Sam said. Dean 'hmm' scrolled down, and then read another passage."'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it.' said husband Joseph Welsh."Callie squinted her eyes as she looked at the screen, as she left her reading glasses in her other jacket pocket."Hey, does that bridge look familiar to y'all?"
*-•-*
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive."Dean said nonchalantly. Callie rolled her eyes ad she stuck her hands into her pockets."Real nice," she muttered."So you think Dad would've been here?" Sam asked."Well he's chasing the story, we're chasing him."Dean said, turning away from the bridge.
They all began to walk away."Okay, so now what?" Sam asks, looking slightly disappointed."We keep digging till we find him; might take a while."Dean replied. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, makin Dean and Callie turn around as well."Dean, I told you that I gotta get back by monday."
"Monday. Right. The interview," Dean said. Sam nodded. "Yeah.""Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?"Dean asks."You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe, why not?" Sam asks, irritated."Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, she know about the things you've done?" Dean asks. Sam steps forward, getting more angry."No, and she's not ever going to know."Dean just nods his head."Well, that's healthy. You could pretend all you want Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are," Dean turns around, walking back to the Impala. Callie stands between Sam and Dean, but Sam quickly follows.
"And who's that."Sam asks."One of us," Dean said, gesturing with his hands."No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life," Sam walks in front of Dean and makes him stop. Callie steps back, knowing that something will happen. "It's my 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 comin back." In a flash, Dean grabs Sam by his coat and flings him up against the cold bridge, a furious look on his face. Callie runs over, trying to separate them. Dean glanced down at Callie and his face softens. He looks back up at Sam, and his grip loosens.
"Don't talk about her like that."Dean says, trying to remain calm. He lets to of Sam with a jerk and looks away. Callie sighs with relief. She hates it when they fight, and most of the time it was her that separated them. She sent a silent look at Sam, and he nodded. Okay, he was fine. She turned to face Dean, but a woman in white caught her eye.
"Sam, Callie."Dean said, looking straight at the woman. Sam walked over beside Dean, Callie right beside him. The woman in white glances over, and then falls over th bridge and to her death. The trio run over to the other sode of the bridge, looking down in the water."Where'd she go?" Dean asks."I don't know," Sam replies.
As a car starts in the distance, Callie looks over, past Dean and Sam to where Dean parked the Impala. "What the-""Who's driving your car?" Sam asked stupidly. Dean takes the keys out of his pocket, showing them to Sam and Callie. Callie looks at the Impala in shock; and then it heads right towards them.
They begin to run, which is stupid considering that they're running from a car with high horse power. But Callie keeps pushing herself further and further, faster and faster. She then feels someone grabbing her and slinging her over the fence of the bridge.