Supernatural: The Three Wayward Sons

by djimenez1246

After losing their mother, Mary in a mysterious house fire many years ago. Sam, Dean, and Jason travel all over the U.S. searching for their father who went missing on a Hunt, and killing every evil creature they encounter along the way until they find him. This story follows Season 1 of Supernatural with my own OC inserted.

1. Woman in White

Welcome to my Supernatural fanfic, this is a story I thought about writing a while ago. One reason I wanted to write this because there aren't many stories with Original Male characters so I decided to do something about it.

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In a quiet, suburban neighborhood in Lawrence, Kansas lived the Winchesters, a family of five consisting of John and Mary and their three sons, Dean, Jason, and Sam. Dean was the oldest, he was four years old, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, taking after his mother, Mary. Jason, their second son, had dark brown, nearly black, hair and blue eyes, taking after his father, John. Sam, their third and youngest, was only six months old. He looked much like any other baby at that age, no discernible features of either of his parents were seen yet. But Mary and John always teased each other about who he was more like.

After a day of the two older boys playing in the backyard, the sun had finally set and it was time for bed. Mary gave Dean and Jason their baths and brought them into Sam's nursery for their nightly routine of kissing their baby brother goodnight.

"Say goodnight to your brother, boys," Mary told her sons, flicking on the room's light.

Dean and Jason hurried over to Sam's crib to peer in at their baby brother, who cooed happily upon seeing their smiling faces. "Good night, Sammy," Dean said, leaning over to kiss his brother on the forehead.

"Night, Sam," Jason muttered with a smile kissing Sam on the forehead as well.

"Goodnight, love," Mary smiled at her youngest boy.

The floorboards creaked behind, calling their attention. Mary turned around to see her husband, John, leaning against the door jam, a smile on his lips as he watched his family. Both Dean and Jason turned around, their faces filled with happiness at the sight of their dad. They both let out an excited squeal, running into their father's arms as he entered the room.

"Hey there, boys," John said as he picked his two sons off the ground, holding one in each of his arms. He looked between his three boys, allowing his eyes to stay on the two in his arms. "Do either of you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

"No daddy," Dean replied seriously, looking at his father like he was crazy for even making the suggestion, too young to understand it was a joke. Jason shook his head as well in response to his dad's question.

Mary made her way to the door, placing her hand on Jason's back. She looked up at John. "You got them?"

"I got them," John reassured his wife. Mary watched him for a second longer before kissing both Jason and Dean on their temples, saying goodnight. She disappeared out into the hallway, heading to bed. John looked over to the crib, a smile on his lips. "Sweet dreams, Sam."

With that, he turned off the light and pulled the door halfway shut, heading out into the hallway. John brought Dean and Jason to the bedroom they shared, tucking them both into bed for the night.

Sometime later in the night as Mary was sleeping in her bed, the baby monitor came on. Through it, she could hear Sam crying. Mary let out a quiet sigh, she turned on the light on her bedside table. The light illuminated the room, allowing her to look over and see that John wasn't in his usual spot next to her. She threw the covers off and pulled herself up out of bed, trudging to Sam's nursery.

Inside the nursery, the only light shining in was from the moon filtering through the blinds. Mary didn't want to turn on the light and startle Sam, so she squinted into the dimly lit room to see John standing over the crib.

"John, is he hungry?" Mary asked. John just hushed her. In her sleepy state, she didn't think much of his response. "Okay," She muttered, before heading back to the bedroom.

On her way, the light by the stairs began flickering. With a huff, Mary went over to it and tapped the light fixture a few times until it stopped, something she'd had to do quite a few times lately. John still hadn't fixed it like he kept saying he would.

Before she could get too annoyed by that fact, a noise from the living room called Mary's attention. She made her way down the stairs, her heart sinking in her chest when she saw that the TV was on and John was asleep in the chair.

Fear spread through Mary as she'd never felt before, and she rushed back to the nursery, knowing now that John wasn't the one standing over Sam's crib. "Sam? Sammy?" Mary rushed into the room to see the man was still there, something dripping from his hand onto Sam's face. Mary tried to move, but her body was frozen in place by an invisible source.

Downstairs, John snored softly until a scream jolted him awake. He gripped the cushion beneath his hands, startled. "Mary?"

Another shriek and John scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping on the steps as he rushed up to them to the second floor. John burst through the door into Sam's nursery, looking around to see that the room was empty, save for Sam in his crib.

John let out a heavy, but relieved breath, figuring what he heard must have been in a dream. He made his way over to Sam, lowering the drop side of the crib.

"Hey, Sammy," John smiled at his son, who looked undisturbed. "You OK?" A droplet of a dark liquid landed on the pillow right beside Sam's head. John's brows furrowed in confusion, John reached forward to touch it. Just then, another drop landed on his hand. Bewildered, John looked up to see where it had come from.

Once his eyes reached the ceiling, the breath he was just about to pull in got caught in his throat. Shock pulsed through his body, followed quickly by fear when he saw Mary pinned to the ceiling, dead from the large cut to her abdomen. Her mouth hung open, the expression on her face one of sheer terror. The horrifying scene in front of him sent John flying to the floor beside the crib where he landed with a loud thud.

"No! Mary!" He screamed, voice full of fear and horror.

Suddenly his wife burst into flames, John watched helplessly as the flames engulfed his wife, and as the fire spread across the ceiling. John laid there, frozen in fear as the heat spread through the room. It wasn't until Sam began to wail that he realized he needed to save his son. He sloppily got to his feet and pulled Sam out of the crib and rushed into the hallway where he found Dean and Jason running out of their bedroom yelling for him.

"Take your brothers outside as fast as you can," John instructed, placing Sam in Dean's arms. He quickly grabbed Jason's arm and looped it through Dean's. Dean looked up at his father in fear, his eyes wide with worry.

"Where's mommy?!" Jason asked in a scared tone, gripping tightly onto his older brother's arm.

"Go, now!" John yelled at his sons, pushing them towards the stairs.

"Come on, Jason!" Dean exclaimed, pulling his little brother down the stairs while carefully still holding Sam.

Once his boys reached the stairs, John turned back to the nursery, rushing inside where the fire had completely engulfed the room by now. It was so bright, John couldn't see a thing, but he still shouted out for his wife. He stayed until the fire began to make a bellowing sound. Thinking of the three boys outside, he left the room and rushed out to the front yard, finding Dean and Jason looking up at the second floor in fear.

The fire reflected in their eyes as they watched the flames through the window.

John ran over and picked up all three of his boys, making it to the street just before the windows blew, sending glass flying everywhere.

Sometime after, the fire department showed up, along with all the neighbors who gathered around to see what was going on. Cops kept them away from the scene while the firefighters extinguished the flames. John sat on the hood of the Impala, cradling Sam in his arms. Jason sat beside him, leaning against his father's arm. Next to him was Dean, who had his arm around his brother.

Knowing that for now, his sons were safe, John allowed his mind to roam free. Staring blankly at the ground, his fear began turning into anger.

No matter what anyone said, what happened to Mary was no accident. It wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination. There was no doubt in John's mind, Mary was murdered. By what, he didn't know - but he intended to find out. And though he had no idea how exactly, he did know one thing. Nothing would stop him until he found the thing that took Mary from him, and from their sons.

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22 Years Later...

Hours upon hours had passed, Jason and Dean had spent all day spying on his little brother until it was the right time to intervene. By the time night had fallen, Jason was over it. Especially when Sam headed into a Halloween party. Jason absolutely hated Halloween, it was on the top 10 things he hated. People dressed up as monsters and ghouls, thinking it's all just fun and games, not knowing that the very thing they were pretending to be what was really out there and would eat them alive if they ever ran into it. Things that people like him and Dean saved their asses from pretty much on a daily basis.

As much as Jason didn't want to go, Dean dragged him inside the bar, luring him with the mention of booze. The elder brothers kept their distance from their youngest, who met up with a pretty blonde wearing a tight-fitting sexy nurse costume. Jason moved in closer to eavesdrop on Sam and his friends. He assumed the Blonde girl was Sam's girlfriend because of how they interacted with each other. Jason couldn't help but smile, Sam looked happy and because he landed himself a hot girl and had a few friends.

After what felt like forever, Sam and his girlfriend left the bar, which meant Dean and Jason could too. They made their way out to the Impala, getting into the front seat. Dean started up the engine and pulled out of the lot, following Sam to his apartment. He parked the car on the side of the building and shut off the engine, leaning back in the seat.

"When are we going in?" Jason asked his older brother.

"Eh. Twelve or one," Dean shrugged in response.

Seeing that the clock read a quarter to eleven, Jason let out a huff and folded his arms, resting his head on the window. "Great," he mumbled, shutting his eyes to get some rest before it was time to head inside.

Dean noticed the annoyance radiating off his brother and looked over in question. "What?"

Jason cracked open his eyes and tilted his head to look at Dean. "Nothing."

"No, you got something to say. Say it," Dean pushed.

"I think- I think maybe we should go. Before Sam even realizes we're here."

Dean looked at him in shock, his brows furrowed in question. "We can't do that, Jason. We need Sam's help if we're gonna find Dad, you know that."

No matter how hard Dean tried to hide it, Jason could see through his brother's facade about needing all three of them to find their father. Dean only wanted to bring Sam along because he missed him. Jason did too, it's been years since Sam left for Stanford University, and they haven't had any contact with him since.

But something was holding Jason back from running inside to see his brother. Something he felt the need to now voice.

"No, we don't," Jason replied. "We can do it without him."

Dean huffed, annoyed. "Why'd you wait until we got here to say all this?"

"Well, I was all for getting Sam at first, because I thought he was gonna be miserable. But, when I saw him he- I guess I wasn't expecting him to be...happy," Jason admitted, not meeting his brother's eyes. "I just don't think we should pull him away from that."

Dean looked away from his brother, jaw clenched. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "Don't you wanna see him?"

"Of course I do."

"Good. Then let's just wait for the right time, get Sammy then set out to find Dad," Dean said flatly.

The sound of Metalica filled the car as Dean pushed a cassette tape into the deck, signaling the end of their conversation. Seeing as how there was no changing Dean's mind about this, Jason shut his eyes once again and laid back in his seat.

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As hard as Jason tried, he couldn't seem to fall asleep, too many thoughts running around his head. Before he knew it, Dean was smacking him on the shoulder. Jason moved upright in his seat, cracking his neck as he went.

"Wakey, wakey," Dean grinned teasingly at his brother. "It's showtime."

Without a word from Jason, the two brothers exited the Impala and made their way into the apartment building. The elevator ride was filled with silence, pure excitement radiating off of Dean, and nervous happiness coming off of Jason. Once the doors opened, they made their way down the hall until they reached Sam's apartment. Once there, Jason picked the lock and he and his brother entered quickly, being careful not to wake Sam just yet.

Inside, most of the lights were off, save for the single lamp that sat on an end table beside the couch. The moonlight filtering through the window lit the way for the brothers as they inspected Sam's apartment.

"Shit, this is a nice place," Jason commented in a whisper.

"Yeah. Sammy's done pretty well for himself," Dean commented approvingly. "I wonder if he's got any beer."

"I'll raid the kitchen," Jason muttered with a grin, heading off into the opposite room.

In the kitchen, Jason opened the fridge, bending down to look through its contents. He picked up a container of takeout, grimacing when he saw that there was salad sitting inside. Jason put it back in, scanning the many fruits and vegetables that sat inside. "Jeez Sam, you are such a vegan," Jason muttered, moving a large container of yogurt aside, he found some beer.

"Bingo," Jason mumbled to himself, grabbing two bottles. He shut the door with his hip, opening one of the beers. He took a sip, about to walk back into the living room when he heard the sound of scuffling down the hall. Jason let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He didn't even need to think about what that was.

Judging by the sounds, it was just Dean roughhousing with Sam.

Making his way into the living room, Jason saw Dean landing a kick to Sam's midsection, sending him flying back into the room Jason was standing in. He quickly moved aside into the shadows so Sam wouldn't see him, opting to watch instead. Jason wondered just how far Dean wanted to take this.

It didn't take long for Sam to regain his balance and he quickly blocked a couple of Dean's punches, landing a few of his own. Jason was impressed that Sam's skills were still sharp. After all this time, he could still fight well, he must've been training.

At that moment, Sam retaliated with a kick of his own, and Dean took the opportunity to block, bringing him in close so he could throw Sam to the ground. Sam breathed heavily, clutching at the hand on his chest until the light illuminated his assailant's face. His eyes widened in realization.

"Whoa, easy tiger," Dean smirked at his shocked brother.

"Dean?" Sam asked, breathing heavily as the face over him swam into vision. "You scared the crap out of me!" Sam growled.

"That's because you're out of practice." Dean taunted bringing a grunt of annoyance from Sam.

Sam interweaved his legs around Dean's, using the leverage to throw his eldest brother to the ground, pinning him under his weight to the sound of more chuckles from his big brother. "Or not," Dean added with a smile, patting his brother's arm.

Choosing this moment to make his presence known, Jason quietly sat the bottles he was carrying on a nearby shelf and stepped up behind Sam as he released his grip on Dean and began to stand upright. Before Sam could stand at his full height and tower over him, Jason wrapped an arm around Sam's head, rubbing his knuckles on the top of his head, giving him a noogie.

"Gotcha," Jason commented with a smile.

"Ow, shit," Sam hissed, pulling out of Jason's grip. He looked at his brothers in disbelief. "What the- what the hell are you two doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer, and I found one," Jason grinned, as he picked up the bottle he took then took another sip from it. "In your fridge."

"Really? So, not only did you break into my apartment, you looted my fridge?" Sam questioned while Dean straightened out Sam's crinkled t-shirt and playfully patted him on the arms. Jason just shrugged at Sam and took another sip from his beer bottle, handing the unopened one to Dean.

Before any of them could say anything more, the lights flipped on and the beautiful blonde girl Jason saw with Sam earlier, that he assumed was his girlfriend, appeared in the doorway. She was wearing only a pair of pink boxers and a tight, low-cut, grey t-shirt with a picture of The Smurfs on it. She leaned against the door jam sleepily, eyes half-closed, but still full of confusion.

"Sam?" She asked, looking at him in question, her eyes darting over to the two strange men standing in her living room, then back to Sam.

Sam gave her a look that told her all was okay, then turned back to his brothers. "Dean, Jason, this is my girlfriend, Jessica," he introduced her to them.

"I knew it," Jason said.

"Wait, your brothers Dean and Jason?" Jess asked, stepping into the room. A welcoming smile appeared on her face as she did.

"I love the Smurfs," Dean grinned flirtatiously, not so subtly looking her over. "You know I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."

Jess bit her lip awkwardly, moving back towards the bedroom behind her. "Let me just put something on."

"No, no. I wouldn't dream of it, seriously," Dean grinned. Sam shot Dean a hard look, about to say something when Jason stepped over, grabbing Dean by his arm.

"We're not here to flirt with Sam's girlfriend Dean...even if she is ridiculously hot," Jason added with a chuckle. Dean laughed, nodding in agreement. Jason looked back at Jessica. "Sorry, you can go ahead and change. We just need to borrow your boyfriend here," he told her, nodding to Sam.

"Talk about some private family business," Dean added. He glanced at Jess one more time, smiling at her. "But, uh, nice meeting you."

"Very nice," Jason smirked along with his brother.

"No," Sam stated. He walked over to Jess, putting an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Sammy-"

"No. Go ahead," Sam insisted. Dean and Jason glanced at each other for a second before turning back to the pair in front of them, their eyes trained on Sam.

"Okay. Dad hasn't been home in a few days," Dean began.

Sam shrugged. "So he's working overtime on a Miller Timeshift. He'll stumble back sooner or later."

"No, Sam. Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days," Jason rephrased, making it more clear.

The blasé expression on Sam's face remained, but the look in his eyes changed to one of fearful understanding. He didn't take his eyes off his brothers as he spoke to the woman beside him. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

Thankfully, Jessica didn't ask any questions, opting to head into the bathroom to change while Sam threw on a pair of jeans and a jacket in their bedroom. Dean and Jason waited out in the living room for him and once he came out, the three brothers headed downstairs to the Impala.

"So, what happened?" Sam inquired.

"Don't know. Not yet, anyway," Dean said, glancing over his shoulder at his brother as they walked. "But we're gonna find out."

Sam stopped mid-stride. "We?" he questioned, pointing a finger at his chest.

"Yes, we. You have to come with us," Dean stated, still walking despite Sam stopping. Jason slowed his stride but didn't completely stop.

"Uh, whoa. Wait a minute. You two can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam began walking again as they reached the stairwell.

"Look you're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing and we need you to help us find him." Dean insisted, looking over at Jason. "Come on, man. Back me up, here."

Both brothers turned to face Jason. He pulled in a deep breath, letting it out fast. "Dean, you know how I feel."

"Oh, come on," Dean huffed, turning back down the stairs. Sam shared a look with Jason, both of them silently agreeing that this was the wrong move.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gate in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine," Sam argued as the three brothers made their way down the stairs. Sam's words made Dean stop in his tracks.

Instinctively, both Sam and Jason stopped before they ran into each other. Dean turned around to look directly into his youngest brother's eyes.

"Not for this long," Dean said, a moment of quiet passing by with them just staring at each other. Eventually, Dean broke the silence. "Now, are you gonna come with us or not?"

"I'm not," Sam says, with no hesitation in his voice.

"Why not?" Dean whined out at Sam's refusal to help.

"I swore I was done hunting...for good," Sam stated firmly.

"Come on. It wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad," Dean blew him off and turned around to continue down the stairs.

"You're kidding," Sam scoffed, looking back at Jason.

"He's got a point there, Sammy," Jason shrugged. "Hunting's hard, but it has its perks."

"Oh, yeah? What? Dive bars and one night stands?" Sam questioned.

"It's not my fault you never knew how to talk to girls," Jason teased.

"Dude," Sam huffed, throwing his arms out to the side. Jason smiled at his little brother before turning and following Dean to the exit.

Sam continued following them, much to his dismay. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Dad did the same thing to me too, Sam, it's just the way things are," Jason said.

"But that's not how it should be, Jason." Sam retorted.

"What was he supposed to do?" Dean asked, stopping at the exit and turning to face Sam.

"I was nine years old." Sam scoffed. "He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me?" Dean questioned incredulously. "Of course, you should always be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there."

"And we're fortunate enough to always be prepared for it," Jason added. He never really understood Sam's hatred of the Hunting life. It wasn't perfect, sure, but it could be worse. They could be out there living with no idea of the things that lurked in the shadows, just waiting unknowingly for the time they become a monster's next meal with no idea how to fight back against it.

"I know, but still...the way we grew up after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing," Sam said. "So we kill everything we can find."

It wasn't just John searching for that thing, Dean and Jason were too. So was Sam, until he decided he could put that part of his life behind him forever.

That was a sore subject, and Sam knew it. But it didn't stop him from bringing it up. He didn't have the same memories as Dean and Jason, both of whom remembered the feeling of the heat from the fire filtering into the hallway burning their skin. The way their father screamed Mary's name over and over again. The sound of his voice as he pleaded for her to be okay, even though it was pointless.

Years passed and after asking John so many times to tell them what happened to Mary to no avail, one night after a few drinks he explained the events. So accurately in fact, that they could nearly picture it in their heads. Imagining the scene made them both shake in terror.

"We save a lot of people doing it, too," Jason said.

Sam shook his head, scoffing in disbelief. He couldn't understand why his brothers thought the way they did. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's words and slammed the door open, walking out to the parking lot with Jason. Sam sighed followed right behind them, continuing his rant. "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Guys, we were raised like warriors."

"And that's why you ran away." Dean spat at his youngest brother.

"I was just going to college, it was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone." Sam reiterated their father's words on him on the day he left for Stanford. "And that's what I'm doing."

Jason couldn't help but remember the anger he felt at their father for saying those words to Sam. He would never forget the look of sadness on Sam's face at that moment. Once he left, a large part of Jason wanted to tell their Dad to shove it and go after Sam, if for no reason other than to make sure Sam was okay, but he didn't. Furious would've been an understatement in regards to John's reaction had he done that.

"So, what are you gonna do? Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked as they stopped at the back of the car.

"No, not normal. Safe." Sam corrected.

"No offense, I'm happy for you and all, but if this is what safe looks like," Jason commented, nodding to the apartment building behind them. "I'd pick my life over safety any day."

Much like his brothers, Jason never knew what a normal life was like. He was far too young when their normal life came to an abrupt halt. But based on everything he'd seen, he knew it wasn't for him.

"Don't act like you didn't want this at some point, Jason," Sam said, gesturing to the building behind him. "If you forgot, you applied for Stanford University, too. They accepted you, but you backed out just because Dad told you to. You listened to him and that cost you a chance at a good life."

"I have a good life, Sam," Jason said, offended. "I don't need college for that. I didn't need Dad to make me realize college was a stupid decision. It was my own choice to drop out. Besides it never would've worked out for me anyway it never does."

"Look guys," Dean interrupted, having heard enough of their conversation. "Dad's in real trouble right now, if he's not dead already. I can feel it," Dean looked between his brothers, his gaze landing and staying on Sam, his eyes pleading for the help he was too afraid to verbalize. "We can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can," Sam insisted. "You guys can handle this."

"Maybe we can. But I don't want to do it, not without you," Dean admitted to his baby brother.

Silence fell over the group for a moment until Sam let out a sigh. "What was he hunting?"

Those words gave Dean a glimmer of hope and he couldn't help but smile as he turned to the trunk of the Impala, opening it. He lifted the weapon compartment, holding it up with a shotgun.

"Alright, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean asked himself as he sifted through the trunk.

"So when Dad left, why didn't either of you go with him?" Sam asked curiously.

"Because we were busy working our own gigs," Jason answered, leaning against the back of the car.

"I was working a gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans," Dean explained as he grabbed a folder and began looking through it.

"And, I was working a werewolf job in Salt Lake City," Jason told Sam. "The day after I killed it, I was about to leave town, but Dean found me and told me about Dad."

"Wait, Dad let you both go on hunting trips by yourselves? Alone?" Sam asked, surprise written all over his face.

"I'm twenty-six, dude," Dean argued, looking up at Sam offended.

"And, I'm twenty-four, man," Jason added. "I can take care of myself."

While Sam and Jason were talking, Dean kept looking through the files until he found the papers he was looking for.

"So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy," Dean handed one of the papers inside the folder to Sam. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

Sam took the paper from Dean and looked it over, reading the Jericho Herald printout of the article titled Centennial Highway Disappearance: Andrew Carey Missing dated September 19, 2005. "Maybe he was kidnapped," Sam guessed, clearly trying to find a way out of leaving with his brothers to go on a wild goose chase to find their Dad.

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April," Dean tossed down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December oh-four, oh-three, ninety-eight, ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years."

Dean took the printout back from Sam and picked up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder, setting it aside in the arsenal.

"All men, all on the same five-mile stretch of road," Jason added.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. Neither of us has heard from him since, which is bad enough," Dean grabbed a tape recorder out of the trunk. "Then I got this voicemail yesterday," he said. Pressing play, the three listened as their father's voice filtered through the small device.

"Dean, Jason…something big is starting to happen. I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may…" the recording trailed off. "be very careful, you two. We're all in danger." Once John finished his last sentence, Dean hit the stop button on the deck.

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam gestured to the recorder. Dean and Jason shared a proud smirk.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it," Dean said with a grin.

"Or scoring a perfect 100 on an exam," Jason added.

"So, I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got," Dean pressed play once again and the three brothers listened in closely as the much clearer recording played. In the background, they could hear a woman's voice say 'I can never go home'.

"Never go home?" Sam questioned.

Dean dropped the recorder in the arsenal and turned around to face Sam, sitting on the edge of the car. "You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you, never asked for a thing."

Looking away with a sigh, Sam stared across the parking lot for a moment. "Alright. I'll go. I'll help you guys find him."

Outwardly, Dean was keeping his cool. But inside, he was ecstatically relieved that Sam had agreed to come along. Jason was too, but he knew it wasn't going to last. Sam would just turn around and leave again once they were done. He wasn't too sure how to feel about that.

"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Both of you wait here," Sam said, turning to walk away.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked, stopping him in his tracks.

Sam turned back around to face his brothers hesitantly. "I have this…I have an interview."

"A job interview?" Jason asked, curiously.

"Skip it," Dean blurted out, to which Jason punched him in the shoulder.

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate," Sam explained.

Both Jason and Dean's eyes widened, the latter of whom muttered, "Law school?"

"Congrats Sam. I'm proud of you," Jason smiled.

"Thanks," Sam nodded to Jason in appreciation, then looked back at Dean. "So we got a deal or not?"

Dean and Jason looked at each other for a moment thinking it over, before facing Sam again. "Okay," Dean complied.

"Of course," Jason agreed.

"Okay, wait here. I need to get my things," Sam walked away back up to his apartment to get ready, leaving Jason and Dean alone.

When Sam came back with a bag around his shoulder, Dean took the drivers side like always, Jason took the back and Sam took the passenger seat. After the brothers were all in, Dean started the Impala and began driving to Jericho, California to look for their Dad.

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The Next Day...

After driving through the night, the Impala's tank was nearly empty. Dean pulled into the closest gas station and began filling up the car before heading into the store to get some breakfast for him and his brothers. Which, by a hunter's standards, meant bags of chips, candy, and soda half the time.

Ramblin' Man by the Allman Brothers played on the radio, filling the cab of the Impala with the low rumble of bass. While Sam sat in the front passenger seat with the door wide open. A box full of cassette tapes rested in his lap and as he looked through them he grimaced with each label he read. In the back, Jason laid across the seat, his feet hanging out of the open rear passenger door window. The sun shined through the windshield, glaring directly into Jason's eyes.

"Damn sun," he mumbled in annoyance, bringing up a hand to shield his face from the rays. Seeing his brother looking through the tapes reminded him of his walkman. "Good morning," Jason said.

"Morning," Sam replied, still rifling through the box. Jason looked at the tapes and that just reminded him of his Walkman that he wanted to get back from his brother, but now didn't seem the right time to ask that right now.

Dean came out of the convenience store, carrying a bag filled with junk food.

"Hey!" Dean calls out to his brothers. Sam leaned out of his seat a little and looked at his oldest brother. Jason flipped himself over, sat up, and looked out the window."Do y'all want breakfast?" Dean asked, raising the bag.

"I could eat something," Jason replied, smiling. Dean reached into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips and a soda and handed them to him.

"What about you Sam, are you hungry?" Dean asks him.

"No, thanks, so how did you pay for that stuff? Are both of you still running credit card scams with Dad?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean said, putting the nozzle back on the pump and closed the gas tank.

"Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Jason replied, as he opened the bag of chips and began eating them.

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" Sam asked as he closed his door

"Uh, Burt Aframian and his two sons," Dean said as he was getting in the driver's seat. "Hector and Luke. Scored three cards out of the deal."

"I got Luke from Star Wars: Episode IV," Jason told Sam as he finished the chips then threw the bag out his window. Then reached for his soda, opened it, and began taking a few sips from the can.

"That sounds about right." Sam replied, then turned his attention back to the box in his lap, "I swear, guys, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." There were at least a few dozen cassettes in the box in Sam's lap.

"Why?" Jason and Dean said in unison, offended to hear that.

"Well for one, their cassette tapes. And two," Sam said, taking a few about of the box and naming them off, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean snatched the Metallica tape out of Sam's hand. "Metallica is awesome Sammy, don't bullshit us," Jason warned.

"It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock," Sam commented on one of Dean and Jason's favorite tapes.

"Well, house rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole, backseat gets to sleep." Dean says as he pops in the tape inside the tape player, and drops the Metallica box back in with the other tapes then starts the engine.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Sam huffs out, with Loveless 'A Gift to the World' beginning to play on the radio.

"Sorry, we can't hear you, the music's too loud," Dean says as he points at his ear, Jason does the same thing pointing at his ears, then leaned back in the seat while Dean drives the car.

---

Centennial Highway

As the Impala drove down the highway, they passed a sign that said, 'Jericho 7' meaning that they were seven miles away from their destination.

"All right." Sam closed his flip-phone then looked at Dean. "So, there's no one matching dad's description at the hospital or morgue."

"So that's something I guess." Sam finished.

Jason took a deep breath and looked outside to see two police cars and several officers on a bridge, investigating a car parked by the bridge.

"Hey, look." Jason pointed out. Sam leaned forward where the police while Dean just bit his lip.

"Let's check it out." Dean pulled the Impala over, by the side of the road close to the bridge. All three of them took a long look before Dean turned off the engine then opened the glove department, and pulled out a box full of ID cards with his, Jason's, and John's faces. Most of them being FBI and DEA ID Cards that they made. He picked out a set of cards and grinned at his brothers, which made Sam and Jason look at each other with uncertainty.

"Let's go," Dean instructed.

The brothers got out of the car and walked up to the crime scene. On the bridge, a Deputy leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits, who were poking around the river.

"You guys find anything!?" A deputy yelled at two men down by the river.

"No! Nothing!"The Deputy turned back to the car in the middle of the bridge. Another Deputy stood, looking around the car from the driver's side.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." The Deputy muttered out.

"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Walking into the crime scene like they belong there, Dean interrupts the two Deputies, "You fellas had another one like this last month, didn't you?" One of the Deputies looks up when Dean starts talking and straightens up to talk to him.

"And who are you?" Dean looked at his nametag the Deputy wore and it read Jaffe.

Dean and Jason both reached into their coats and showed them their fake badges. "Federal marshals."

"You three are a little young for federal marshals, aren't you?" The Deputy questioned.

"Thank's that's awfully kind of you." Jason replied, chuckling."You did have another one like this, correct?" Jason asked as he and Dean went to investigate the passenger seat.

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." Jaffe's attention turns to Dean.

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked Jaffe nodded at him, "Towns like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connection between the victims, besides they're all men?" Dean asked as he went to investigate the driver's side while Jason was still investigating the passenger side of the car, searching for clues.

"No. Not so far as we can tell." The Deputy replied.

"So what's the theory?" Sam asked, finding that it's okay to move from his spot when he sees Jason wander off, so he moved next to his brother.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial killer? Kidnapping ring?" The Deputy listed off all the possibilities.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd accepted from you guys," Dean muttered out loud and clear, Sam looked at Dean and quietly stomped on of his foot

"Thank you for your time." Sam thanked the Deputy then the brothers walked back to the Impala to get out of here before they attracted any unwanted attention. Sam and Jason walked in front with Dean following right behind them as they were walking Dean smacked Sam in the back of his head. "OW!" Sam exclaimed, looking back at Dean clasping the spot where he hit them.

"What was that for?" Sam asked.

"Why'd ya have to stomp on my feet?" Dean asked them.

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam retorted.

"Come on." Dean walked in front of his brothers, stopping them. "They don't even know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find dad we gotta get to the bottom of these things ourselves."

Jason and Sam both cleared their throats, telling Dean to turn around, he turned around and two FBI agents arrived on the scene, walking up to them with the Sheriff in front of them.

"Can I help you, boys?" The Sheriff asked.

"No sir, we were just leaving," Dean replied then looked at the FBI agents as they walked past them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Sculley." He joked.

The three brothers then quickly left before they attracted any unwanted attention.

---

Jericho

After the brothers left the Bridge they decided to check on the victim's girlfriend at the town in Jericho to find some answers.

"I bet you that's her," Jason said, pointing to the girl hanging missing person posters with the victim's face. They walked over to her as she was hanging another poster on the wall.

"You must be Amy," Dean said to the girl.

"Yea." She gave Dean a look before sharply looking away.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles." Dean lied to her then introduced himself and his brothers. "I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that's Jason"

"He never mentioned any of you to me," Amy replies, trying to walk away but the three brothers follow behind her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, We're up in Modesto." Dean lied again.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're asking around," Sam said as he got in front of her. Before Amy could reply, another woman came up right beside her and put her hand on Amy.

"Hey, are you okay?" The woman asks, looking at Amy and then glares at the three tall men in front of her.

"Yeah." Amy nodded at her.

"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Jason asked, politely to her.

Amy agreed to answer some questions and suggested they go somewhere else to talk about it, they walked into a Diner and everybody took a seat, they ordered some coffee and she began explaining to them what happened.

"He was driving home." Amy began explaining."He said he would call me right back, and he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"No. Nothing I can remember," Amy replied.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared...something's not right." Dean stated.

"So, if you've heard anything-" Jason said, but stopped when he noticed the two girls looking at each other. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." She explained to them.

"What do they talk about?" The brothers ask in unison, which surprised all three of them, and not in a pleasant way.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Rachel begins. The brothers look at the girl with full attention on her, nodding.

"Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." The brothers all look at each other for a second. What she was describing sounded like a Vengeful Spirit, that must've been what John was hunting for. Jason thanked the girls for their time and the brothers went to the local library to research any deaths that occurred on the Centennial Bridge that resembled the ghost that they were looking for.

Dean sat down at one of the computers, powered it on, and began searching up the ghost. He typed into the search engine 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' but there were no results, then he typed in 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' and got nothing either.

"Let me try." Jason pushed Dean out of the computer and sat down in the chair, Sam chuckled a little at that.

"Dude, not cool!" Dean exclaimed and punched him in the shoulder, he glanced at Dean but quickly looked back at the monitor.

"Angry Spirits are born of a violent death, but I'm thinking that maybe it wasn't a murder." Jason said, then typed 'Female Suicide Centennial Highway' and pushed enter. The computer showed one result, Jason clicked on it and looked at it. "This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Jason nodded. "An hour before they found her, she called 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Jason readout which got Dean and Sam raising their eyebrows at the information. "Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Jason scrolled down more and found a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge.

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Jason asks his two brothers.

---

Sylvania Bridge - Night

The brothers waited until nightfall to search the bridge because the cops would all most likely be gone then. The boys walked along the bridge, searching for any clues about Constance, they stopped to lean on the railing and looked down at the river.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean muttered out, Jason just rolled his eyes at his lack of empathy and smacked Dean's ribs.

"Ow, what the heck, man?" Dean exclaimed, clasping the spot where Jason hit him.

"Dude, she was in pain and you're making jokes about it?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Dean replied, then stretched his arms out.

"Well, it's not working," Jason replied.

"Do you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked. Both Sam and Jason look at Dean and he nods at them, "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Pushing himself off the railing Dean continues walking with the younger brothers following.

"What's next on our to-do list?" Jason asks aloud, and Dean replies, "Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."

Sam stopped and sighed. "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"

"Monday. Right. The interview." Dean finishes for Sam, remembering what he told them last night.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? Do you think you're just going to become a lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean questions with sarcasm in his voice.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam asked him.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean questioned whether Sam was honest with his girlfriend about his life as a hunter.

"No, and she's not ever going to know," Sam said, taking a few steps closer to him.

"Well that's healthy," Jason commented, earning a look from Sam. "You can't lie to her forever Sam. Sooner or later she's gonna figure out the truth and you know it."

"You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are," Dean said rigidly, turning around to continue walking.

Jason stayed where he was and looked at Dean with an incredulous look on his face. He knew Dean was still upset with Sam, and him leaving was a very sore subject, but he also thought Dean was being a bit much, trying to make Sam feel bad for moving towards the life he wanted.

Don't be misunderstood, Jason certainly didn't approve of Sam leaving them at first. He shared the same sentiment as his brother and father. That Sam was abandoning them. Leaving them in the dust for some fairytale ending, something he and Dean both viewed as ridiculous. But after some time, he realized that Sam's life was his own. He had every right in the world to live the way he chose.

Hunting may not be what Sam wants in life, but he was still his little brother.

Sam glanced back at Jason for a second, irritation flaring in his eyes as he turned back to Dean, beginning to follow him. It didn't take long for Jason to start heading in the same direction.

"And who's that?" Sam snapped at his older brother.

"You're one of us," Dean stated, keeping his stride. "You're a hunter."

With a scoff, Sam ran in front of Dean, blocking his way and forcing him to stop walking. "No. I'm not like you or like Jason. This is not going to be my life."

"You have a responsibility to-"

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam interrupted Dean before he could finish. Jason quickened his pace to reach his brothers as Sam continued. "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."

Right as those words left his lips, Dean grabbed Sam and shoved him against the bridge railing, anger clear on his face. "Don't talk about her like that," he spat through gritted teeth.

As upsetting as Sam's words were to Jason, he didn't want to see his brothers start throwing punches, so he pushed Dean off of Sam. "Alright, Dean enough,'' Jason called, pushing Dean off of their little brother.

Dean moved away with a shake of his head, letting out an angered breath as he turned back towards the Impala. Jason turned his attention fully to their little brother, pointing a finger at his chest.

"You have no right to say that, Sam, ever," Jason demanded, his teeth clamped.

Sam slapped Jason's hand away, "You know it's true Jason,"

"Just...don't," Jason trailed off.

Suddenly, Dean's stomping footsteps stopped short behind them, his breath audibly getting caught in his throat. On the other side of the bridge, the woman in white stood on the railing. Her body was still and rigid, in stark contrast to her dress that blew in the breeze.

Without looking at his brothers behind him, Dean called them quietly. "Sam, Jason."

Both brothers turned in Dean's direction, their eyes widening when they saw what Dean was looking at. The pale figure on the railing turned to look at the boys, then jumped off the bridge, hurling down to the water below.

The three brothers rushed to where Constance had just been, leaning over the railing to see nothing.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked, scanning the lake for any sight of her.

"I don't know," Sam replied.

"I don't see her anywhere," Jason added. Suddenly the Impala's engine roared to life, they turned to see its lights flashing straight at them.

"What the-" Dean began, surprised.

"Who's driving the car?" Jason asked, glancing at Dean, who didn't take his eyes off the Imala. He simply pulled the keys out of his pocket and held them upright in front of them in response.

"Come on, guys," Sam started, grabbing his stunned brother's arms. The Impala suddenly jerked forward driving straight at them with the intent to run them down. "Let's go! Go!" Sam shouted.

All three of them quickly turned on their heels and ran as fast as they possibly could in an attempt to get away from the car hurtling towards them on the narrow bridge. The Impala sped fast behind them, right on their tails. Without any options left, the boys jumped over the railing of the bridge but grabbed onto parts of the bridge to avoid falling into the sewage water below them. The Impala stopped as soon as they jumped then the engine and lights cut off.

Believing that they were safe now Jason and Sam climbed back up to the bridge, but Jason stopped and looked around not seeing Dean with them at all.

"Where's Dean?" Jason asked, looking around. Sam stopped and looked for him too then his eyes widened in realization, Dean must've fallen into the lake. Both brothers quickly looked down at the lake for him and Jason finally saw him crawling onto shore covered in mud.

"Dean!" Both Jason and Sam yelled out to their brother at the same time.

What?" Dean responded as he finally pulled himself out of the lake and laid down on the ground.

"Hey, are you all right?" Sam asked, concerned.

"I'm super," Dean replied, making an A-OK sign with his hand. Jason and Sam glanced at each other and started laughing a little, before climbing back up onto the bridge. Dean made his way back to them and went to check up on his baby, Jason went right beside him to help him but kept a suitable distance away not wanting any sewage on his shirt.

"Car alright?" Sam asked Dean and Jason as they were done inspecting the engine.

Dean closed the hood then said, "Yeah,"

"Whatever she did to the car, it seems fine now," Jason said, leaning on the hood.

"That Constance chick - What a bitch!" Dean yelled out into the horizon. He never liked it when somebody messed with the Impala, and every time somebody did he got angry.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam said, then looked at Dean who sighed while sitting on the hood. "So where's the trail go from here genius?" Sam asked as he sat next to Dean.

Jason leaned over to Dean and sniffed him then let out a groan of disgust and covered his nose. "Jeez Dean, you smell like a toilet," Jason commented.

Sam laughed at Jason's words then suggested. "We should find a Motel so we can rest up, and you need a shower."

"Agreed," Jason said, still covering his nose from the horrible smell of sewage that came from Dean.

---

As much as he hated the thought of getting the Impala full of mud, Dean had no choice but to get in the car so they could find a motel. Thankfully there was one nearby with vacancies. They were all exhausted, not to mention, Dean really needed a shower. With plenty of empty spaces in the parking lot, they found one easily and parked before heading into the office. The clerk looked Dean up and down, their eyebrow raised.

"One room please," Dean requested, ignoring his stare as he handed over his credit card.

The clerk plucked it from his hand and looked it over, looking up at him. "You guys having a reunion or something?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, confused.

"That other guy, Burt Aframian, he came in and bought out a room for the whole month," they explained. All three brothers shared a knowing look. John could be here.

After finding out which room Burt rented, they thanked the clerk for their help and left the office. Without bothering to move the car, they made their way to their father's room. Once there, Jason picked the lock and opened the door, peering inside for a second to make sure it was clear. Once he deemed it to be, he turned back to his brothers, nodding for them to enter, shutting the door behind them with a click.

Inside, the room was covered from wall to wall with news articles, torn out book pages, and maps all linked together in some way or another with red-colored string. The floors were also littered with books, notes, and various other stuff that John usually dragged around with him on hunts.

One look told them, without a doubt, John was here.

Dean went over to turn on the lamp, finding a half-eaten burger sitting beside it on the nightstand. He picked it up and sniffed it, recoiling at the smell of rotting food.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least," he commented.

"Yeah," Jason nodded in agreement, looking around the room.

Sam bent down, running his fingers through the broken salt line in front of the door. "Salt, cat's-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in."

"Seems like it, but what was he trying to keep out?" Jason wondered.

Still exploring, Dean walked over to the wall of articles and started looking over them, Jason followed right behind. John had numbered each of the victims according to their disappearance date, looking for any connection between them.

"What have you got here?" Sam asked, walking up to see what they were looking at.

"Centennial Highway victims," Dean replied as he looked over each one with close detail, Jason walked over to look at them along with Sam. Dean continued, brows furrowed. "I don't get it. They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities, there's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out," Jason shrugged, looking over to see Sam walking up to another patch of notes on the wall. "Sam, you got something?"

"Dad figured it out," Sam answered, reading through the notes that read Woman in White.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, his interest peaked. He looked over at Sam.

"He found the same article we did, Constance Welch, she's our Woman in White," Sam explained.

Dean turned back to the papers detailing the victims, a grin on his lips. "You sly dogs," he looked back to his brothers. "Alright, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness," Sam pointed out, looking at the same article.

"No, Dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up." Dean said, walking up to them. "Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that we can tell," Jason replied. "But, if I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive that is."

"All right, see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean announced, heading towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, you need it," Jason quipped, making his way to one of the beds. "I'm gonna rest my eyes a little."

"Hey, guys," Sam started. Jason and Dean both stopped and turned to look at him. "What I said earlier about Mom and Dad. I'm sorry."

Dean raised his hand up, stopping him from talking. "No chick-flick moments."

"Yeah, way too cheesy," Jason commented, plopping down on the mattress with a tired sigh.

Sam scoffed. "All right, Jerks,"

"Bitch." Dean retorted.

"Douche," Jason said, placing his hands under his head.

"Asshole." Sam returned to him, chuckling.

"Whatever," Jason mumbled with a smile, the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut was the last thing he heard as he dozed off.

With both his brothers preoccupied, Sam explored the room again. As he passed by the mirror, he noticed something stuck between the frame and the glass. He plucked the picture from its spot, looking down at the old photo of him, Jason, Dean, and John. Looking at the picture, he felt as though he could remember the day it was taken, even though he really didn't.

Any good time they had seemed to be swallowed by bad memories. It was nice to see physical proof of those good times.

---

After taking a shower, getting all the mud off, and changing into some clean clothes, Dean decided to head out for some food. And since Sam wanted to call Jess, Jason figured he'd tag along to give his little brother some time alone on the phone.

On their way to the Impala that was parked a few spaces down from their room, Dean grabbed Jason by the arm, pulling him back to his side. "Jason."

"What?" Jason asked. Dean nodded his head in the direction of the police car parked not far from the motel entrance. Inside, the two officers they'd met at the bridge were talking to the desk clerk. Jason's eyes widened. "Oh shit."

Suddenly, the desk clerk pointed at them. The cops turned and, upon seeing them standing outside, started heading over to them. Dean quickly turned around and pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial button for Sam, then brought the phone to his ear.

"What?" Sam responded over the phone.

"Dude, five-o. Take off." Dean warned him, whispering.

"What about you and Jason?"

"Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find Dad," Dean instructed. As the officers closed in, Dean turned to face them, snapping his phone before Sam could say anything more.

"Is there a problem officers?" Jason asked.

"Where's your other partner?" The deputy asked them as he crossed his arms.

"Partner?" Dean asked, glancing at Jason with a nervous smile. "What other partner?"

The cop gestured for his partner to go investigate the motel room Dean and Jason had just exited. They both hoped Sam was long gone by now because if he wasn't then they were really screwed.

"So...fake U.S marshals, fake credit cards, you two got anything that's real?" The deputy asked them,

Dean smirked. "My boobs."

A few moments later the deputy they sent into their room came out, not finding Sam inside. The cops grabbed each brother and slammed them both against the hood of their squad car, handcuffing them both.

"You both have the right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you," one of the cops rattled off.

Jason rolled his eyes at the stupid read them their rights stuff, he's heard it many times when he would get arrested on the job when somebody figures out they're lying. They put the brothers in the backseat of their car and drove over to the police station to be detained.

---

Police Station

Dean and Jason were brought to the station and taken into an interrogation room where they were handcuffed to the table and made to wait quietly which bored the hell out of them both. After some time the door suddenly opened, they looked up and saw the sheriff from the bridge coming in carrying a box in his hands.

"So… either of you wanna give us your real names?" Sheriff asked.

"We told you, it's Nugent, Ted and Barry Nugent," Dean said, both brothers smirked, they watched as the sheriff put the box down on the table.

"I'm not sure you realize the trouble y'all are in here," The Sheriff said.

"We talkin', like misdemeanor kind of trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?" Jason asked, still sporting his smirk.

"Y'all got the faces of 10 missing persons on your wall along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo, boys you are both officially suspects." Sheriff spat.

"That make's sense, when the first one went missing in '82 I was three," Dean said,

"And I was one," Jason added.

"I know you got partners, one of them is an older guy, maybe he started the whole thing." The sheriff speculated, reaching into the box on the table, pulling out an all too familiar leather-bound book. He dropped it in front of the brothers, looking up at them pointedly. "So tell me, Dean. Jason. Is this his?"

Both brothers were shocked to see their father's journal lying in front of them, he never went anywhere without that thing. If he left it, something bad must've happened. There was no other explanation.

As hard as it might've been, neither one reacted to their real names being spoken. They remained calm, keeping straight faces so as not to give anything away. Still, the Sheriff persisted.

"I thought those might be your names. See I leafed through this, what little I could make out, I mean it's nine kinds of crazy, but I found this too," He flipped the journal open to the last page he'd been reading. The two brothers leaned forward in their seats to take a look at the page which read; Dean, Jason 35-111. They subtly shot each other a knowing look. Those were coordinates, but for where, they had no clue. However, that note confirmed something to them, John left the book on purpose. He wanted them to find it, to get this message. To follow him.

"Now you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means," The sheriff said, poking the page in annoyance. Dean and Jason stared down at it more before finally looking up at the sheriff. There was no goddamn way they were gonna tell them that those were coordinates so they were gonna do what they do best, lie to the cops for as long as they can.

---

Welch House

When the police were gone, Sam grabbed the Impala from the parking lot and drove over to Joseph Welch's house to find some answers. Joseph lived at a carport in an old white house that has seen better days. Sam walked up to the front door and knocked on it. A moment later Joseph answered, opening the door slightly. "Yes?"

"Mr. Welch, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" Sam asked, smiling at him.

Joseph accepted to answer some questions and walked with Sam.

"Do you remember this man at all?" Sam asked, he grabbed a picture of him, his brothers, and their dad out of his coat and handed it to Joseph.

"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Joseph nodded and handed the picture back to Sam. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

"That's right. We're all working on a story together." Sam said.

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

"About your wife Constance?" Sam asked.

"He asked me where she was buried," Joseph muttered, with a disturbed look in his eyes. It was an odd question but it is one every Hunter must ask.

"And where is that again?" Sam asked.

"What, I gotta go through this twice?" Joseph asked, annoyed by having to answer the same question twice.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's fact-checking if you don't mind." Sam said, in an apologetic tone

Joseph sighed then said. "In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge."

"And why did you move?" Sam asked, curiously.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died," Joseph told him.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asked.

"No way." He muttered. "Constance, she was the love of my life. The prettiest woman I've ever known."

"So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked, but Joseph hesitated a bit, he looked down and lightly kicked the dirt.

"Definitely." He answered, but Sam could see the guilty look on his face.

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." Sam started to walk back to Impala when something suddenly crossed his mind. Sam stopped and turned back to Joseph, he walked back over to him and spoke to get his attention. "Mr. Welch, have you ever heard of a woman in white?"

Joseph turned back around to face him and asked. "A what?"

"A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman? It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really," Sam explained as he walked back over to Joseph. "They're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All of these are different women."

Joseph stared at him, not at all knowing where he was going with this. "But all share the same story," Sam said.

"Listen, I don't care much for nonsense," Joseph said, upset to hear this. He turned around and started to walk away, but Sam followed right behind him.

"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Sam continued. What Sam said made Joseph stop and turn around and look at him with a confused look.

Sam continued. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. 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."

Joseph fully turned around to face Sam with rage in his eyes. "You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!"

"You tell me." Sam spat.

Joseph looked at Sam, getting angry at him that he was assuming that he was unfaithful to Constance. "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!"

Sam nodded, turning back towards the Impala. He needed to Get Dean and Jason out of the police station and fast. Suddenly an idea clicked into his head, he got into the Impala, pulled out his phone, and dialed 911.

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Police Station

Back at the police station Dean and Jason kept lying to the sheriff about the paper for hours now, but he wasn't buying it.

"I don't know how many times we got to tell you. It's my high school locker combo," Dean lied for like the millionth time.

"You had to write it down?" The sheriff asked incredulously.

"He's got a shit memory," Jason interjected with a shrug.

He looked at them skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Jason. "Why's your name there, then?"

"Uhh...because...umm...well..." Jason tried to come up with a good lie to tell the sheriff but with the constant interrogation, he was running out of lies to say.

"Do we really have to keep doing this?" Dean interjected, knowing his brother was struggling to come up with a creative lie.

"When you stop lying is when we'll be done," The Sheriff said, growing impatient with Dean and Jason's constant lying.

Suddenly a cop came into the room, looking to the sheriff. "We just got a 911 call. Shots fired over at Whiteford road."

Both brothers glanced at each other and smirked knowingly. It was Sam, he just used a fake call to draw the cops away from them so they could escape.

Seeing that this wasn't something the sheriff could ignore, he turned back to Dean and Jason. "Do either of you have to go to the bathroom?"

"No." Dean replied while Jason just shook his head in response.

"Good."

With that, the Sheriff handcuffed them both back to the table then left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Dean and Jason alone in the interrogation room. As soon as he was gone, Dean looked at the journal and spotted a paperclip attached to one of the pages. He reached, pulled it out, and used it to unlock the handcuffs holding both him and Jason to the table.

Once free, they watched through the window in the room as a few cop cars, including the sheriff's, exited the parking lot. Once they were sure they had an opening to flee, the brothers made their way out of the station and headed to the nearest payphone to call Sam. Luckily they found one not far from the station. Jason picked it up, dialing Sam's number.

"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I gotta admit I'm surprised you still had that in you," Jason said, smiling into the receiver. After all Sam's time in college, he and Dean honestly thought that Sam had gone soft, but it was nice to know they were wrong.

"You're welcome," Sam replied with a chuckle.

"Where are you?"

"Headed to the Welch's old place."

"Come get us first. We have to talk," Jason said, getting right to the point.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white," Sam told them, barely taking a breath as he rattled off information. "And she's buried behind her old house, so that should've been Dad's next stop."

"Sam-"

"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam continued.

"Sam, shut the hell up for a second, will you?" Jason interrupted his little brother. "I have to tell you something."

"What?" Sam asked, finally listening.

"Dad's gone, we just learned that he left Jericho," Jason said before he could interrupt him again.

"What? How do you know?" Sam questioned, surprised.

"We've got his journal with us," Jason replied. Dean outstretched his hand, nodding to where the book sat in Jason's jacket. Jason pulled the journal out, handing it to Dean.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam stated.

"Yeah well he did this time," Jason replied as he and Dean looked around the streets to make sure they were still out of sight from cops.

"What's it say?"

"Uh, you know, his usual ex-marine stuff, like when he wants to let us know where he's going-" Jason told Sam.

"Coordinates, where to?" Sam asked, and Jason glanced back to Dean, who was flipping through the journal. "We're not sure yet"

"I don't understand, I mean what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?" Sam wondered aloud.

Once again, Dean and Jason shared a look, but they were in the same boat as Sam. Neither of them had a clue as to why their father was doing this either. What they did know, however, is that whatever made John leave Jericho had to be big to force him to abandon a hunt.

"What the hell is going on…," Sam continued. Suddenly, static blared through the phone, followed by the sound of tires squealing.

"Sam, Sam!" Jason called in fear. There was no response on the other end.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked frantically, shutting the journal with an audible thud.

"I don't know, let's go," Jason didn't even bother to hang up the phone, opting to leave it hanging loose at the payphone as he and Dean rushed to the Welch house.

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Upon arriving, they found the Impala in front of the house. It looked empty until they got closer, finding Sam lying on the driver seat that was pushed all the way back, the ghost of Constance straddling him. Suddenly, she dug her fingers into his chest, causing him to let out a pained scream.

Dean and Jason didn't waste a second; they pulled out their guns and began firing through the windows of the car. Constance vanished for a moment then suddenly reappeared on top of Sam, the two continued firing at her again, making her blink in and out.

Suddenly, Sam sat upright and put the impala into gear. "I'm taking you home."

He stomped hard on the gas pedal and drove the Impala straight into the house with Constance's ghost in the car with him.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, following the car with Jason right behind him.

"Sam!" Jason yelled out for his little brother. The two of them stepped into the house, squeezing between the Impala and the wall.

"Here," Sam called back from the driver seat, throwing an arm out the window to signal to his brothers that he was okay as they approached.

"You okay, bro?" Jason checked as he looked through the passenger side, seeing a few cuts on Sam's face.

"I think," Sam replied, straining for breath.

"Can you move?" Dean asked, opening the door to help him out.

"Yeah, help me," Sam requested.

Jason quickly rushed to the driver's side of the car, grabbing ahold of Sam, along with Dean. Once they both had a grip on him, they heaved him up onto his feet, holding onto him to keep him steady. At that same moment, Constance made a reappearance again. Only this time, she was standing in front of them looking at a portrait of her with her children.

Constance looked up at them, throwing the picture aside. With a flick of her wrist, she made a table fly at them, pinning them against the car. They all struggled to get free but the ghost's grip on the piece of furniture was too strong for them to free themselves.

As Constance approached them, the lights in the house suddenly began to flicker and water poured down the steps. Constance looked up at the water, something about it making her forget about the Winchester's altogether. She focused on the top of the steps where two small children, a boy, and a girl, appeared.

"You've come home to us Mommy," The two said in unison, taking each other's hand.

In the blink of an eye, the children appeared in front of her and wrapped their arms around her. Constance screamed as the three of them disappeared into a pit of black water that opened beneath them. As soon as they were gone, the table pinning the boys to the Impala released its pressure, and they were able to easily push it away.

They walked over to the puddle where Constance and her children disappeared, confused looks adorning their faces.

"So this is where she drowned her kids?" Dean asked, staring into the puddle.

"That's why she could never go home," Sam replied with a scoff. "She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice work Sam," Jason praised with a smile. Dean playfully hit Sam on the chest where Constance had attacked him, silently agreeing with Jason's words.

"Yeah I wish I could say the same for you two, what were y'all thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks," Sam laughed.

"Hey, saved your ass," Dean protested with a laugh as he began inspecting the Impala for any damage that Sam might have caused with his stunt. "I'll tell you another thing if you screwed up my car I'll kill you."

"Yeah Sammy, you don't hurt the car, ever," Jason walked over and helped clear debris off the Impala.

After inspecting the car, Dean said it was good enough to drive, even though it had a busted headlight and a few scratches on the paint. It was nothing that couldn't be fixed though.

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Once again the brothers were back on the road. Dean was driving the car, Sam sat by him in the passenger seat and Jason was sitting in the back as usual, but he didn't mind.

"Okay, here's where Dad went, it's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado" Sam spoke up after he traced the coordinates John had left for them to find.

"Sounds charming, so how far is it from here?" Jason asked, leaning forward, resting his head on his arms that were placed on the seat.

"About 600 miles," Sam answered him.

"If we shag ass we can make it by morning," Dean said, a hopeful gleam in his eye that his baby brother would say yes.

Sam looked up at Dean and sighed. "Dean, um..."

"You're not going," Dean said matter of factly, glancing over at him.

"The interview's in like 10 hours, I gotta be there," Sam said. Despite everything that's happened in the past two days, there was still no way that he was gonna give up this opportunity to pursue his dream career of being a lawyer and just abandon his normal life to go help Dean and Jason find their Dad.

"Well, then we better get you back to Stanford then," Jason stated, turning to look at Dean." Right Dean-O?"

"Yeah," Dean finally replied, nodding his head. "Yeah whatever, we'll take you home,"

After a few hours of driving, they arrived at Stanford. Dean stopped the Impala by Sam's apartment and cut the engine off. Sam got out of the car with his bag in his hand and looked back at his two big brothers.

"You'll call me if you guys find him?" Sam asked. Dean and Jason both nodded their heads. Sam did the same in conformation. "Maybe I can meet up with you both later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right" Dean replied.

"We will," Jason nodded, smiling at Sam.

"Take care of each other guys," Sam said as he leaned back into the car.

"We always have and we always will Sam," Jason chuckled as Dean turned the ignition and started up the Impala's engine.

"Good luck Sammy," Dean nodded, smiling at Sam as he stepped back and shut the door, patting it after it shut. He began walking away, stopping to turn back when Dean called him. "Sam! You know we made one hell of a team back there."

"Yeah," Sam replied, glancing down at his feet before looking back up to his brothers. With that, Dean put the car in drive and they pulled away, driving off onto the road heading to the coordinates John left them to see if they could find him.

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Once he arrived at his apartment door, Sam pulled out his keys, placed the key into the lock, and turned the lock then opened the door. As Sam made his way inside he tucked his keys into his pocket and looked around for his girlfriend.

"Jess, you home?" He called out, but there was no response.

The moon cast light upon the otherwise dark space. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air. As Sam moved further into the apartment, he heard the water running in the bathroom, letting him know Jess was in the shower.

The very thought of her made him smile. He couldn't count how many times he wanted to pick up the phone and vent to her about everything going on. But none of that mattered now. Because he was finally back home. Sam pushed forward into the kitchen, grabbing a cookie off the plate full of them that sat on the counter. He took a bite out of it, making his way into the bedroom. Steam filtered out from underneath the bathroom door. Sam tossed his duffle bag onto the chair in the corner of the room before sitting down on the bed with a sigh.

He finished the cookie before throwing himself back on the bed, eyes closed as he laid there, thinking about the couple of days that had just passed.

It was nice to see his brothers, sure. And even though there was a part of him that may have enjoyed those past forty-eight hours...nothing could compare to this.

Suddenly, he felt something wet drip onto his forehead. He ignored it, but a few more drops fell onto his head. Sam opened his eyes to see what was causing it and immediately recoiled into the mattress, his eyes widening in horror.

Above him was Jess, pinned to the ceiling with a look of absolute terror on her face. Blood covered the front of her nightgown, gushing from the large cut to her abdomen.

Sam let out a pained scream, shouting, "NOOOO!"

Before he could so much as move, a fire burst out from around Jess's pinned body, burning through the entire ceiling. The heat engulfed Sam as he laid there, seemingly paralyzed in shock. He began to hyperventilate, screaming Jess's name over and over again.

At the front door, Dean and Jason burst into the apartment, the door knocking back into the wall with a loud bang.

"Sam?! Where are you!?" Jason shouted out for his brother.

As they were leaving, Jason remembered that he forgot to ask Sam for his walkman back, so he and Dean came back to get it but when they got there they saw something odd at Sam's apartment, smoke was coming out from the bedroom window, so they rushed in to check on him. It didn't take long for the two eldest brothers to see where the fire was coming from.

"Sam!?" Dean called out frantically as they rushed to the bedroom, when they made it to the bedroom door their eyes widened when they saw the scene in front of them. Dean's breath caught in his throat, but he pushed down the fear inside of him and hurried in front of Jason, to grab Sam up off the bed.

Jason stared up at the burning woman on the ceiling, seemingly unable to look away at the horrifying scene.

"Jason, come on! We need to get him out of here!" Dean yelled, out for his help getting Sam, snapping him out of his pause.

Jason quickly moved over to his little brother and took his other arm, helping Dean to pull him up off the bed. "NO! NO!" Sam yelled in refusal to leave his girlfriend to die.

The two men struggled against their little brother as the adrenaline welled up inside of him and he resisted them, keeping his eyes on the ceiling where Jessica was. "JESS! JESS! NO!" Sam screamed.

After what felt like forever, Jason and Dean managed to drag Sam out, just in time as the apartment exploded behind them. The brothers stood out in the street, all staring up at the building. Dean and Jason still held onto Sam, out of fear that he was about to bolt back inside at any given moment.

Sometime later, the fire department showed up and put the fire out in Sam's apartment before it could spread to the others, most of the other people that lived in the building were successfully evacuated. People gathered around to see what happened, but Cops kept them away for their safety.

Dean and Jason watched as the last of the fire was being dealt with by the fire Department. Jason turned his head to look at Dean. "Whatever just killed Jess, is the same thing that killed Mom."

"I know." Dean nodded, then turned to look at Sam who was going through the Gear in the trunk. "How's he doing?"

"He just lost his girlfriend, Dean." Jason stated, "He hasn't said a single word since we pulled him out of the fire."

"Come on, let's go check on him," Dean muttered, as he patted Jason on the arm.

They went over to their brother to check on him, Sam was quietly loading shells into a double-barreled shotgun, he glanced at Dean and Jason with an emotionless look. Jason placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You gonna be okay, Sammy?" Jason asked, worried for his little brother. "You know you're not alone in this,"

"Yeah, we're here for you if you need us." Dean offered.

Sam looked at them for a second with an emotionless look with tear-stained eyes, he nodded and let out a sigh, threw the shotgun back into the weapon's compartment in the trunk, and said. "We got work to do." Sam then closed the hood of the car and turned to look at Jason, he reached into his pocket and pulled out Jason's Walkman. "I'm not gonna need this anymore," Sam muttered, holding the walkman out to Jason.

Jason looked at the Walkman with an unsure look, as much as he wanted it back it felt a little wrong to be accepting it back from him now, but he hesitantly just took it from Sam's hand and placed it in his coat. Sam didn't say anything else, he just walked to the passenger seat, got in, and waited for his two brothers to get in as well so they could leave.

Dean and Jason glanced at each other with unsure looks. "This doesn't make sense Dean. Why did this thing kill Jess? And why is it resurfacing now after almost twenty-three years?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," Dean replied. "But, if we want answers then we need to find, Dad."

"Agreed. We have to find this thing and kill it as soon as possible before it can hurt anyone else." Jason said.

"Then let's get going," Dean said confidently.

Dean and Jason got into the Impala, not saying another word to each other, and drove off to find their Dad then find the thing that killed their Mom and now Jessica.

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And that concludes the first chapter of the Three Wayward Sons, I hope y'all like it.

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