A/N: Ok hi. Thanks to AngryHobbit, Murphdog98 & Pixie Dust Keeper 2014 for following this story :). Dean/Deanna and Sam are the same age as they were when Supernatural first kicked off so yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sherlock or the women in white (who yes i used).
Chapter 1:
Sam and Deanna had grown up with a life of hunting all that evil things that lurk in the dark. Sam hated it, he was always second best to Deanna. Well except when it came to doing research which Deanna was always too lazy to do.
The truth is that Sam just wanted to be normal. He just wanted to be a normal guy with a normal family and a normal life. That is why on his eighteenth birthday, Sam left it all behind. While Deanna was off hunting monsters with Sherlock and John, Sam had gone off to law school to become a lawyer.
When Sam had told his 'family' his decision he got some very different responses. Sherlock had told him about "what a boring job that is." John had told him "you can be whatever you want to be." Deanna had just chucked a book at him and demanded that he stay.
That was how Sam found himself at Stanford university with a beautiful girlfriend named Jessica. Sam and Jessica had been dating just over a year now. Since the previous month Sam had been trying to get his act together and propose to her.
So for the first time since he'd left home, Sam rang John for advice. He dialed the number and listened to the annoying beeping as he waited for John to pick up. Sadly he got sent to voicemail.
"Hey dad, It's me Sam. I was just hoping you could give me some advice. Call me as soon as you get this."
Sam tried calling John's spare mobile but was sent to voicemail as well. He dismissed it assuming that it was probably nothing. John was probably just on a case or had his phone off. Nothing to worry about.
That night Sam was woken up by the sound of a crash in the kitchen. He armed himself with a pocket knife that had been resting beside the bed and went down the stairs to find the intruder. Before he even knew what hit him he was on his back on the ground with Deanna smiling down at him.
"Easy there tiger."
"Deanna?"
"The one and only!"
"What the hell are you doing here?" He said, his voice edging on dangerous.
Deanna ever being the joker got up and said "I just wanted a beer."
Sam pushed himself off the ground. "I'm serious, what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk."
"I have a phone you know."
"If I'd have called would you have picked up?"
The two were interrupted when Jess came into the room and flicked the lights on.
Sam and Deanna turned to look at her.
""Sam?"
"Jess. This is my sister Deanna."
Jess smiled at her and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Deanna shook it and smiled back. "Good to meet you too. I was just here to talk to Sammy here about some private family business."
Sam walked towards Jessica and pulled her into a semi hug. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of her."
"Ummm, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"He'll stumble back in sooner or later."
"Let me rephrase that. Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."
The air seemed to grow thick. Sam turned to Jess and said "Jess can you excuse us, we need to go outside."
Sam and Deanna walked outside leaving Jess staring at them awkwardly. Once they were outside Sam stared at Deanna and said "What do you need me for?"
Deanna rolled her eyes. "To help me find him."
"I can't. I've got a interview on Monday."
"We'll be back well before Monday!"
Sam looked around unsure. Should he just drop everything and help his sister find their dad? Deanna seemed to sense his unease and said "A whole year, I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing."
Sam realised that there was no way he was going to win this argument. "Alright, I'll help you find him."
"Thanks Sammy."
"So, where do we start?"
"Ok, well. I talked to Sherlock and he said that they'd been on a hunt in Jericho, California. Apparently John disappeared without a trace in the middle of the night. Sherlock said that he'd been out doing research and came back to find John gone. He had no clue as to where though."
They arrived at the motel where Sherlock and John had been staying around 10am. Deanna knocked on the door. Sherlock opened it looking like he hadn't slept in weeks.
"Whoa, you okay?"
"I'm fine Deanna."
Deanna looked back at Sam with the sure he is look. Sam recognized the look on his sister. She had that look whenever she doubted something someone said. For some reason tension seemed to be forming between Sherlock and Deanna. They were both staring each other down.
Sam stepped between them and said "So Sherlock... What's the case here?"
Sherlock seemed to snap out of his staring match with Deanna. He looked up almost startled.
"Ghost, from what we found out a Woman in white. I got a call shortly after John left that confirmed our theory. Over the phone I could make out some EVP saying "I can never go home." Then it just went dead."
"When was the last victim?"
"Yesterday, around two-ish."
"Ok, we'll go check it out. Come on Deanna."
Before Deanna could protest Sam grabbed her wrist and dragged her out the door to Deanna's car, a 1967 black Chevrolet Impala. Deanna sat in the drivers seat and Sam had shotgun.
As Deanna turned the car engine on Metallica began blasting at full volume through the speakers. Sam pressed the button to turn the music off. Deanna scowled at her and moved to turn it back on. Sam slapped her hand.
"What the hell man?"
"We need to talk."
"We just did." Deanna shot back.
"I'm serious Deanna. What was going on back there in between you and Sherlock. You looked like you wanted to murder each other."
"I don't want to talk about it Sammy." Deanna said, turning the music back on. Sam cringed at her choice of music.
"Seriously?"
Deanna gave him a lopsided grin and said "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
After changing into their -as Deanna dubbed them- 'monkey suits' they went to the crime scene where the teenager had died. Deanna and Sam approached FBI badges in hand. They were very surprised to find that the whole scene was empty. It was too empty.
Suddenly they heard the sound of a car engine roaring to life. The Impala began edging towards them at a slow pace. Sam looked over at Deanna with a worried look. Deanna held up the car keys.
"I think that maybe we should run."
"Wow, I totally never would've thought of that."
"Shut up and run you idiot."
As Deanna and Sam started running the car's speed increased. Sam and Deanna both knew that if they didn't get away soon they'd be killed by the car. They dived off the edge of the bridge. Sam managed to grab a hold on the railing. The car had stopped and had gone completely dead.
Sam climbed back over the railing and looked down for his sister.
"Deanna? You ok?"
He heard some rustling coming from the bushes. Deanna's voice sounded back at him "Super."
Sam sighed in relief as he waited by the car for Deanna to come back up. She arrived at the car covered in mud and grass but otherwise completely unharmed.
"That's enough investigating for one day Sammy. I need a beer."
Sam laughed and got into the now safe Impala.
They arrived back at the motel and found Sherlock aggressively typing on his laptop. Sherlock seemed to notice them come in and looked up.
"I found out who it is! A woman named Constance Welch. She drowned after jumping off the Sylvania Bridge. Before she took her own life she called 911 reporting that she'd found her two children dead in the bathtub after briefly leaving them unattended. Her body was never found though."
"So we can't just do this the easy way, can we?"
"Nope."
"Why can't it ever just be simple?"
"Because then it'd be way too easy."
"So how are we gonna do this?"
Sherlock looked up from his laptop and said "Women in white are the ghosts of beautiful young women who wears white dresses and kidnap people they interact with. Generally when they were alive they had children and suffered from temporary insanity when finding out that the men they loved had cheated on them. They drown their children during this insanity. After realising what they've done they then commit suicide.
They are forced to walk the Earth looking for their children, crying and suffering until they find them. They roam rivers and roads searching for men who are or will be unfaithful, they kill them and they are never seen again. So it'd appear that either Sam or I would have to be bait and attract it to us."
Sam took a step back, deeply offended by Sherlock's comment. "I'm not unfaithful!"
"I know that. Look's like I'm going to end up being the bait."
"Do you even have a plan?"
"Not particularly."
"Great, just great." Deanna said with sarcasm dripping through her words.
"Can I take the Impala?"
"No way! Use your own car!"
"That'd be a great idea if you know... I actually had a car."
"Steal one then. Theres no way you're wrecking my precious baby."
Sherlock stormed out the door dramatically. He slammed it shut. Sam and Deanna left the room to make sure Sherlock would at least have some backup when facing her. They saw Sherlock hot wiring a car and jumped into the Impala. They sped off down the road after Sherlock.
Sherlock drove along the highway at a leisurely pace. Suddenly the air began to grow thick and airy. The car began to feel cold. The started playing static. He knew that Constance was there with him. He turned to look at her. He saw a woman with blonde brown hair. She was pale and wearing a white dress.
"Hello."
Constance tipped her head to the side and said "Take me home."
"No."
The locks clicked shut. Sherlock let go of the wheel and realised that the car was now driving itself. He pulled out his phone to call Sam and Deanna to let them know that she was with them but it refused to turn on, despite being fully charged.
The car came to a stop outside an old rundown house. Constance looked at the house sadly before saying "I can never go home."
Before she could attack or he could do anything the sound of a gunshot echoed through the car. He looked through the broken glass and spotted Sam and Deanna with their salt loaded shotguns. The salt unfortunately did nothing to stop Constance, it just pissed her off.
After being shot Constance's form flickered into that of a corpse. Her skin was now grey and her eyes sunken in. She had sharp claws and tried to claw at Sherlock while Sam and Deanna continuously shot at her.
Sam and Deanna continued trying to stop her but it wasn't working. Sherlock then suddenly realised why she could never go home. She could never go home because she was afraid confront her children's spirits. He used all of his remaining strength to resist her. He drove the car straight through the wall of her house. The car doors clicked unlocked. Sherlock got out of the car and watched Constance as she looked around the house like she was lost.
Sam and Deanna ran in to join him.
The sound of running water echoed through the house. Two young children appeared at the top of the stairs. They looked like they were soaking wet but no water was left behind as they walked. Constance obviously recognized them and looked a mix between worried and happy.
The kids rushed up to her and attacked her. Constance looked at them with shock as they all vanished into the air. Sam, Deanna and Sherlock all sighed in relief.
Back at the motel while Deanna was out, Sam was alone with Sherlock. Sherlock looked him up and down before saying "Who's the girl?"
"What girl?"
"Don't play dumb Sam. I am the worlds only consulting detective. So, who's the girl?"
"Jessica."
"How long?"
"Just over a year now. I'm thinking of proposing to her."
"You mean like real proposing?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Well... good luck with that." Sherlock said rather awkwardly.
Deanna chose that moment to walk in. "What's going on in here?"
"We were just talking. Go wait by the impala, I'll only be a minute."
"Sure thing Sammy!"
"It's Sam."
"Whatever bitch."
"Jerk."
Deanna smiled and left the room.
"Take care of yourself Sam."
"You too Sherlock. I hope that you find John soon."
"So do I. I'm not sure how much longer I can take Deanna bugging me about it."
"Speaking of Deanna what's going on between you two?"
"It's not my story to tell. You'll just have to ask her."
"But she'll never tell me!"
Sherlock smiled at him. "Goodbye Sam."
"Later Sherlock."
Deanna and Sam began the long tedious drive back to Stanford.
"Sam, why is it really that you were so hesitant to leave. You knew I'd have you back in time for your interview. So why?"
"It's nothing."
"You're a bad liar. It's something all right. Did my little bro Sammy manage to score himself a girlfriend?"
Seeing the look on Sam's face told her everything. "You did, didn't you? Tell me everything!"
Sam looked meekly at the ground.
"It's Jessica. My friend Brady introduced us at a party last year. For the whole month after that my friends were making bets about when I'd finally ask her out. I ended up asking her out the day before Guy Fawkes. Our first date was on Guy Fawkes. We went out for dinner and when it was all over we lay down on the grass and watched the fireworks. We've been dating ever since that night. In fact, I'm thinking of proposing to her."
Deanna slammed her foot onto the brakes. "WHAT!?"
"You heard me. I think she's the love of my life."
"Then go get her tiger. Man up and just do it already."
"It's not that easy!"
"Okay here's what you need to do. When you get home go find her wherever she is. Get down on one knee and simply say I love you, will you marry me? See? Easy as pie! Now, no more chick flick moments."
Deanna started up the car again. Sam stared out the window for the rest of the drive contemplating his sister's advice.
As Deanna pulled into the driveway of where Sam was living she smiled at him and said "Go get her."
Sam smiled at her as he got out of the car and made his way to the door. He went inside but found no sign of Jessica in the living room. He assumed that she was just upstairs or maybe out. There was a plate of cookies on the kitchen table with a note attached saying Love you Sam. Love Jess. xoxoxoxoxo
Sam smiled at the note. He pulled the ring out of the draw he'd hidden it in and stared at it. Today, today he'll do it. Today he'll propose to her. He went up the stairs with a smile on his face. His stomach was filled with butterflies. What if she said no? No, he wasn't going to think about that right now.
He searched all through the rooms but found no trace of Jess. He assumed that she was just out with some friends. He lay down on the bed and with his eyes shut. He felt something wet fall onto his nose. He put his finger to it and saw that it was... Blood? How could it be blood? He wasn't bleeding.
He looked up and saw Jess pinned to the ceiling by nothing. Her stomach was slit. The blood had soaked through her dress. He screamed as fire erupted from the ceiling.
Deanna who was fortunately still nearby heard Sam's screams. She looked over at the place where Sam was staying and saw fire coming through the windows.
"Son of a bitch!"
She ran inside. She ran into the room where the fire was coming from and found Sam lying on the bed freaking out. She grabbed him and tried to pull him away.
"No! We have to save her!"
"We can't Sammy, she's gone. You're not going to do her any favours by letting yourself die alongside her."
Deanna ended up dragging Sam out of the house and away from the fire. Sam looked at her with a look of determination plastered on his face. Deanna knew that look, she knew exactly what her brother wanted to do.
"Let's go find this evil son of a bitch!"
"I couldn't agree with you more Sammy."
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. Everything will probably be explained at some point in time. Don't worry John will be back soon, I promise.