Later that night, the three of them were on the bridge from earlier that day. They were walking along it when Sam and Dean stopped and looked over the railing. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean said.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."

"Okay, so now what?"

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"

"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? Marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"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."

"And who's that?"

"You're one of us."

"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." As Sam said that, Brett stopped walking as he knew what was about to happen.

"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 her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

When Sam said that, Brett stopped walking as Dean grabbed Sam and shoved him against the railing of the bridge. "Don't talk about her like that," he said before letting him go. He turned around and continued walking, but quickly stopped when he saw a woman in a white dress. Both he and Brett knew that was Constance Welch. "Sam," Dean said, getting Sam's attention. He stood next to Dean as Constance looked at them. She then stepped off the railing, over the edge. Sam and Dean quickly ran over to where she fell. Brett didn't go to them as he knew what was about to happen. He walked over to the edge of the bridge and prepared for what was about to happen.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam said.

In the distance, the Impala's engine and headlights turned on. "What the-?" Dean asked, confused.

"Who's driving your car?"

Brett watches as Dean pulls his car keys out of his pocket. When they look back at the car, it suddenly jerks forward and drives towards them. Before it can get close to him, he hangs off the edge. He watches as Dean jumps off and lands in the water below and Sam hangs off like he did. When the Impala stops, he and Sam pull themselves up back onto the bridge.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam says as Brett walks toward him. They watch as Dean crawl out of the water and into some mud.

"What?" he says.

"Hey! Are you alright?"

Dean makes an "OK" sign. "I'm super. How's the kid?"

"I'm fine," Brett said.

Dean starts walking back to them. "Good." When he reaches them, he goes to check on the Impala. After a couple minutes, he closes the hood.

"Your car alright?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Dean throws his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off of his hands. Sam sniffs him. "You smell like a toilet."

"Maybe we could go to the motel? Despite what just happened, I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep any minute now," Brett said, yawning.

"Yeah, lets go," Dean said, still sounding upset about what just happened. He got in the car, with Sam and Brett following suit.

By the time Dean pulled up in the parking lot of the motel, Brett was fast asleep. Before Dean could get out, Sam stopped him. "Dean, we need to talk about the kid."

"What's there to talk about?" Dean replied.

"Something doesn't feel right about him. I mean, you just happened to find him out in the middle of the road and he happened to hear about you and Dad? That doesn't make any sense."

"Look, I was driving to your apartment, it was dark, and then I suddenly saw him in my headlights. I stopped, he looked troubled. At first, I was suspicious, so I tested him with the holy water."

"So how did he know you and Dad? And why is he still with us?"

"I'm getting there. When I introduced myself, he said 'Like Dean Winchester?' That, of course, shocked me that I stopped the car. When I asked him how he knew who I was, he said he had heard about us while around. He doesn't remember where, but he has just heard about us. He knows about the creatures we hunt, but he's not a hunter himself."

"Well what are you planning on doing with him? I mean, we can't just keep him."

"Why not? He doesn't have a home."

"Exactly, he's homeless. He happens to know about you and Dad. Nothing seems right. And like you said, he's not a hunter."

"Then I'll make him one."

"What? He's a kid."

"You were much younger than him when we started, Sammy. If he's going to be with me while you're at Stanford, then I'm going to train him to be a hunter. I can't protect him every single second."

"I know that, Dean, but why can't we just leave him somewhere where we know he'll be okay?"

"Because nowhere is safe, Sam. He's homeless, that makes him a perfect target for the creatures. I'm training him and that's final." Before Sam could say another word, Dean got out of the car and towards the office to check in. Sam just groaned and followed him, leaving the sleeping Brett in the car. After they checked in, Dean came back and pulled him out of the backseat, putting him over his shoulder and carrying him inside their room after he and Sam looked inside first. He set Brett on one of the beds and went to take a shower.

Later, Brett is suddenly woken up by Sam, to his surprise. "What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Dean's getting arrested. We need to go. Now." His eyes widening, Brett quickly stood up and followed Sam out of the window so that they could avoid the cops. He just followed Sam the entire time, not saying a word. Eventually, they went back to get the Impala.

"Where are we going?" he asked, sounding like he's still waking up a bit.

"We're going to Joeseph Welsh's house to ask him questions about his wife."

"Okay, you do that. I'm gonna get some more sleep. I still feel tired," he says as he gets in.

"Well, you do that, but I'm waking you up when we get there."

"Why?"

"Because, Dean has decided that after we solve this case, he's going to train you to be a hunter, so I'm going to start by teaching you about interviewing people."

"Oh, okay," he said. He was mentally grinning, but he didn't want to show it. He didn't want Sam to find him weird for being excited to being trained as a hunter. Soon after Sam started driving, Brett quickly fell back asleep.