Sam came back a few minutes later with a bag packed, and he groaned.
"Seriously? Is this how it's going to be around you guys?" Sam whines, and Dean rolls his eyes.
"Come on, Sammy. We aren't that bad." I say, crossing my arms. Dean shakes his head.
"Well, are we going or not?" Sam asks. Dean smirks.
"Let's hit the road, then." He says climbing into the drivers side. Sam goes for the passenger seat and I groan. I used to get stuck in the backseat growing up, and when it was just John, Dean and me.
"Sorry, Soph." Sam says, grinning as I get into the back. I stretch out and put my legs up.
I prop myself up against the window and close my eyes to try and get some sleep. Next thing I know I'm being woken up and we're at a gas station. Dean is at the open door by my feet.
"Want anything?" He asks and I smile.
"A cherry coke and some junk food. Oh and sunflower seeds." I tell him, and he nods, shuts the door and walks to the station. Sam turns around and looks at me. I frown.
"What?" I ask him, as I move to sit cross-legged. He just shakes his head.
"You know what. You and Dean? Last time I saw you guys, you couldn't stand each other. Now? You guys are... dating?" I cringe at the last word. We were together, but we didn't label it. No need to.
"One, don't use that word. Two, it just kinda happened.. I don't really know. We were working on a case and we kind of realized things had changed, and we were drunk and the next morning we talked and decided to try it out. It's been like 2 months. So far so good.." I tell him picking at my black nail polish.
"2 months?!" Sam asks incredulously. I nod slowly.
"That's like the longest relationship Dean's ever been in, Sophie." Sam says seriously and I smile.
"I'm really happy for you guys." Sam says after a minute. I grin and Dean comes back and hands me my bag, kissing my cheek. Sam raises his eyebrows at me and I shoot him a look, and throw an energy bar at him.
"Breakfast, Sammy?" I ask, as I take a sip of my soda. Sam's looking through the cassette tape box.
"I swear man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." I hear Sam tell Dean.
"Why?" Dean asks and I smile a bit, at his confused tone.
"For one, they're cassette tapes. Two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?" Sam says. Dean grabs the box and hands it to me.
"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam says, and I sit up.
"Don't hate on Metallica, Sammy." I tell him, feigning offense.
"That's my girl." Dean says, nodding proudly. I lean over kiss his cheek, and he puts in the AC/DC tape.
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean says, and I stifle a laugh.
"Sammy's a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam." He tells us, defensively. I smirk at him.
"I can't hear you. Musics too loud." Dean says turning up the volume. Back in Black starts blaring. I start laughing and Sam groans and mumbles something I couldn't hear, as we pull onto the road.
We drive for a few hours and pass a sign that reads: Jericho 7. Sam hangs up the phone and looks at Dean.
"Alright. No one matching dad's description at the hospital or morgue." He tells us.
"That's something right?" I try, noticing the tension in the car. We pull up to the bridge and see several police cars parked. Dean pulls over and reaches into the glove box and grabs a small box. He opens it to reveal all our fake ID's. He grabs his and hands me mine, which I pocket. Sam just stares. I smirk.
We get out of the car and walk up to the car. Two deputies were talking.
"So this kid, Troy, was dating your daughter?" He asks the deputy who was in the car.
"Yeah." He says nodding.
"How's Amy doing?" He asks.
"Putting up fliers downtown." He replies.
"You guys had another one like this last month?" Dean asks, and they look up at us.
"Who are you?" He asks us. Dean and I pull out our badges.
"Federal Marshalls." Dean tells him. The deputy frowns.'
"You three look a little young to be marshalls." Dean laughs, and I smile.
"Thanks, that's kind of you to say." Dean says and I flash him a look.
After Dean makes a rude remark to the cops, we decide to head downtown to find 'Amy'. Dean and Sam talk to her while I wait in the car. My head started to hurt on the way over, but I wasn't going to admit it. After their talk, we headed to the library. Sam and Dean leaned over the computer and I was drawing on my chucks with a sharpie. I heard a smack and then wheels rolling and then Dean was next to me.
"What are you doing over here?" He asks, taking the sharpie and writes his name.
"Guys!" Sam calls out, and we roll over to the computer and look at the article.
"It wasn't murder, it was suicide." He tells us and I nudge him and he throws a smile at me.
"Constance Welch, 24, leapt off of Sylvania bridge. Why?" I asked and Sam
"'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam read.
"It says an hour before she jumped, her two young kids drowned in the bathtub." I told them.
We head over to Sylvania bridge and walk onto the bridge, and I look down at the water.
"So this is where Constance took a swan dive?" Dean asks. I roll my eyes.
The boys soon start arguing and Sam says something about Mary, and Dean has him up against the pillar in a flash. He releases Sam and walks over to me. I gasp and they turn to see Constance walk off the railing. We run over to the railing and look down.
"Where'd she go?" I ask them, and they shrug.
"I don't know." Sam says. The Impala's engine turns on and the headlights shine right in our faces.
"Dean, who's driving your car?" Sam asks, worriedly staring at the car. Dean pulls out his keys.
The engine revs and the car speeds towards us, so we run to the edge and jump over. Sam and I cling onto the support beams under the bridge. We pull ourselves up and look for Dean. I get scared.
"Dean!" I call out, staring at the water below, until I see something move in the mud.
"What?" He calls out, irritated, and I have to stifle a laugh. Sam chuckles, relieved.
"You smell like a toilet." I let out a laugh at Sam's comment and Dean looks down.
Once we find the local motel we try to check in, but the motel owner tells us that Burt Aframian bought out a room for the month, after looking me over a few times. We head to that room and check it out.
Articles taped all over the walls, one caught my eye. It was Constance with a post it above it that said 'Woman in White'.
"John figured it out." I said and the boys looked over. I pointed to the post it.
"Constance is a woman in white." I tell them and Dean chuckles.
"You sly dogs." I smirk.
"Babe, you should go shower." I tell him and he nods.
"Yeah. Wanna join me?" He asks, waggling his eyebrows.
"Normally, I would but, this time is an exception. I'll make it up to you later though." I say with a wink.
Dean goes into the bathroom and I hear the water turn on. Sam looks over and grins.
"I still can't believe you two finally got together." I frown.
"Finally?" He shakes his head.
"You guys have been into each other since you met. It was obvious, and I was 12." Sam says, smirking.
"Whatever you say, brainiac." I say and he blushes at the old nickname.
Dean comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later. I walk over and give him a kiss. He grins.
"I'm hungry." I tell him and he laughs.
"Alright. There's a diner down the street." He tells me and I kiss him again.
"I knew there was I reason I liked you." I tell him, grabbing my jacket off the chair.
"Sammy, you want anything?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head.
"Okay, we'll be back." Dean says walking to the door.
"Why don't you call and check in with Jessica. I know I'd want Dean to call me." I tell him.
We head outside and Dean stops when we see the hotel manager talking to the cops. He takes out his phone and calls Sam.
"Dude, five-oh, take off." Dean tells him and Sam says something on the other end of the phone.
"They spotted us. Find dad." He says and hangs up. The deputies walk over to us.
"Problem officers?" Dean asks.
"Where's your other partner?" The first one asks.
"What other partner?" Dean counters.
"Fake U.S Marshalls, fake credit cards. Got anything that's real?" The deputy asks.
"My boobs." I tell him with a smirk. Dean stifles a laugh. Next thing we know we're slammed over the hood of the cop car in handcuffs, being read our rights. I hope Sam can find John by himself.
They separated us once we got to the station so I didn't know what was going on with Dean. The sheriff came in with a box of stuff and sat on the table. He threw a worn old journal on the table in front of me. I knew it was John's immediately. He asked me questions and I gave sarcastic answers until he sighed.
"Look, I think you're a smart girl. That boyfriend of yours is in big trouble. If you help me, maybe they'll be lenient on you." Wow, trying to get me to flip on Dean? Not gonna happen, buddy.
"I guess I'm not as smart as you think I am." I tell him. He frowns.
"Your boyfriend says he doesn't know what this is. I think he does, and I'm betting you do too."
He opens the journal to a page with numbers that have been circled. Coordinates!
"Never seen them." I say, nonchalantly. A call on his radio interrupts us and he leaves. A few minutes later I picked the handcuffs with a paperclip from John's journal. I take the journal, pocketing it and look for Dean. I find him 2 doors down. I open the door and pick his handcuffs and we go out a window. Dean calls Sam, but the call cuts out and Dean is worried, so we head to the old Welch house.
Sam was in the car and Constance was on top of him with her hand digging in his chest. Dean jumps out of the car we 'borrowed' and shoots her, or at her. Sam sits up and drives the Impala into the front of the house. Dean and I ran through the car sized hole in the house.
"Sam!" Dean yelled and Sam groaned. He got out of the car and walked toward Dean.
"I'm okay." He said, and we sighed. That's when I saw Constance reappear. I tried to warn them but she threw me across the room, and I smacked me head on something and my vision swam.
"Sophie!" I heard Dean yell and heard him groan. I looked up and saw them pinned against the wall.
Then Constance's kids came down the stairs and they all melted into the floor. I think I passed out.
"Babe? Soph, you okay?" Dean asked me, worriedly. I opened my eyes, to see him next to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I told him, nodding, and then wincing at that. He sighs.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He says, and I notice the blood. It's on my hands, and my shirt.
"Is she okay?" Sam asks from his spot by the Impala. Dean nods.
"Yeah. I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car? I'll kill you." Dean tells him. I laugh, and then groan. They both look at me worriedly. I stand up and almost fall over. Sam catches me.
"That's the one thing he loves more than anything, and you drive it through a house?" I ask Sam.
"Aw, babe. I love you more than her. Don't worry." Dean tells me with a smile. I freeze and then grin.
"You have the best timing to drop the L-word, Winchester. I have a head injury, am bleeding and probably going to pass out. But I love you too." Sam coughs, and Dean grins, and I get in the car.
We get back to Stanford pretty late. I'm in the car and Dean and Sam are talking. I close my eyes, and when I wake up, Dean and Sam are at the truck and Sam looks heartbroken and pissed off at the same time. I get out and see Dean's face, and then Sam looks at me and then Dean.
"We got work to do." Sam says and slams the trunk.