Some time later, Brett is once again woken up by Sam. "Come on, we're here," he said before getting out of the car. Brett rubbed his eyes before following him. "Now, do you know why we're here?"

"We're here to ask Joseph Welch on where his wife is buried so you can get rid of her ghost," Brett answered, still waking up.

"Good. Now don't talk unless you're spoken to."

"Yes, Sam."

Sam knocks on the front door of the house and waits a few seconds before Joseph Welch opens it. "Hi, are you Joseph Welch?" he asks.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Do you mind if we talk?" Joseph stepped out of the house, closing the door, and they started walking, Brett following close behind. Sam handed Joseph a picture. "Have you seen this man before?"

He looks at it for a second before answering. "Yeah, he was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

"That's right. We're doing a story together. Brett here is interning for us, so he's following us around so he knows how we do things."

Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?"

"About your wife Constance?"

"He asked me where he was buried."

"And where is that again?"

"What, I gotta go through this twice?"

"It's fact checking, if you don't mind."

"In a plot, behind my old place down on Breckenridge."

"And why did you move?"

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."

They suddenly stop walking before Sam continues. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"

"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."

"So you had a happy marriage?"

"Definitely." Brett noticed he hesitated before answering.

"Well, that should do it. Thank you for your time." He starts walking back towards the Impala, with Brett following, as Joseph turned around and started heading inside. Sam pauses, then turns around. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?"

Joseph turns to face Sam. "A what?"

"A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?" When he doesn't respond, Sam continues. "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon. Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women," he says as he starts walking back towards Joseph, stopping in front of him as he finishes. "You understand. But they all share the same story."

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense," Joseph finally says. He turns around and continues walking, but Sam follows.

"And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Joseph once again stops and turns around. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again."

"You think...you think this has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!"

"You tell me."

"I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!" Brett noticed his face shook slightly. He thought it was a mixture of anger towards Sam for suggesting it, or grief of the memory being brought up. Either way, he felt bad for him as he turned around and left.

Sam sighed and got in the Impala, Brett getting in the passenger seat. "So, now what?" he asked him.

"I need to find a way to get Dean out of jail, and get to the old house to burn her corpse."

"Well, for Dean, why not a fake 911 call?"

Sam gave him a weird look. "You know that's illegal, right?"

"Says the person who helps his brother break the law when hunting."

"Fair point. Where are we?"

Brett looks out of the window. "Uh, Whiteford Road."

As he drives, he pulls out his phone and calls 911. After a few seconds, he replies. "Yes, I think I heard a few gunshots. Where? Uh, Whiteford Road. Okay, thank you." He hangs up. "I hope your idea works."

After a while, Sam's phone rings. He picks it up and answers. Brett only hears his side of the conversation, knowing he's talking to Dean. "Don't thank me, it was the kid's idea, but either way, you're welcome...Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop...I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet...What? How do you know?...He doesn't go anywhere with that thing...What's it say?...Coordinates. Where to?...I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam suddenly hits the brakes on the car, going through the ghost of Constance, also dropping his phone. Brett held onto his seat to prevent himself from lunging forward.

Both of them breathe hard, then look up into the rearview mirror and see Constance in the backseat. "Take me home," she says. "Take me home!" she says after a few seconds when Sam doesn't do anything.

"No," Sam says. She glares at him and locks the doors without doing anything. As Sam tries to open his door, she starts to drive the car towards her house. Sam tries to steer, but it's useless.

She eventually stop in front of her house, turning the engine and lights off. "Don't do this," Sam says.

"I can never go home," she says sadly.

"You're scared to go home." He turns around and sees she isn't there. As he looks around to find her, the passenger door unlocks and opens and Brett is suddenly thrown out the door before it shuts again, the lock easily heard as it clicks. Brett stands up and tries to get it open as he sees Constance push Sam down and try to seduce him. When that doesn't work, she puts her fingers in his chest, trying to kill him. Through the windows, he suddenly sees Dean, getting ready to shoot his gun. He quickly ducks, the first bullets barely missing him as he does so. He waits before Dean stops firing before he stands up. He backs away as he hears Sam say "I'm taking you home" and then driving the car through the front of the house.

"Sam!" Dean yells. He runs to him. "Sam! You okay?"

"I think…"

"Can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean helps Sam out of the car. "There you go." He closes the door and they look at Constance, who's holding a picture. She looks at them and throws the picture down on the ground. She sends a bureau at them and it pins them to the side of the car. Suddenly, the lights flicker and Constance turns around. Water stars pouring down the staircase, which she goes to the foot of. She looks distraught when she looks at the top.

"You've come home to us, Mommy," two children say at the same time. Suddenly, they are behind her and they hug her, causing her to scream as all three of them melt into a puddle on the floor in a surge of energy.

Once they were gone, Sam and Dean pushed the bureau away and go over to the puddle. "So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean says.

Sam simply nods. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slaps him in the chest, which makes Sam laugh through the pain.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey, I saved your ass." He turns to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing: If you screwed up my car?" He looks back at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam laughs as Dean looks at Brett. "You okay kid?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm honestly surprised she didn't go after me. I mean, if she did, and she tried to seduce me like she did Sam, it wouldn't work."

"Because you don't have a girlfriend?" Sam asked.

"No. Well, yes. Sort of. It wouldn't work because I'm gay."

"Oh," both brothers say at the same time.

"Yep. Now you know. Now should we get going?"

"You're right. In you go, kid," Dean said before getting in.

Later, on the highway, Dean is driving as Sam looks at a map folded out on his lap, trying to look for something. "Here's where Dad went," he says after a while. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asks.

"About six hundred miles."

"Hey, if we shag ass, we could make it by morning."

"Dean, I um…" Sam says hesitantly.

Dean looks at the road before looking back at Sam. "You're not going."

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there."

Dean looks back at the road. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home."

They eventually pulled up into the parking lot of Sam's apartment. Sam gets out and leans into the window. "Call me if you find him?" Dean nods at him. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right."

"And kid? Be careful. Hunting can be dangerous."

"I know that," Brett said, giving him a small smile.

Sam pat the car door twice before starting to head off when Dean stops him. "Sam?" Sam turns around. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

"Yeah." Dean drives off, leaving Sam there.

A couple minutes later, as Dean is driving on the road with Brett still in the back, Dean looks at his watch, then immediately turns around and heads back to the apartment.

"Something wrong?" Brett asked him.

"Very," he replied, not saying anything else. "Don't move," he said as he got out of the car and towards the apartment, which is starting to catch on fire. Brett sadly knew what was happening. Sam's girlfriend Jessica was on the ceiling, dead because of a demon.

Soon, fire trucks and police cars are around the apartment, with Sam at the trunk of the Impala. After a minute, he hears a shotgun lands back in the trunk and Sam slams it shut, saying, "We got work to do."