"I've got his journal." Dean replied. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam said
Present day
I rolled out of bed and falling on the floor I groaned knowing dean would be laughing his head off now I lifted myself up and went to my draw ( or the draw in the hotel) and got out some clothes I pulled out a light brownish singlet with a pair of shorts that had the same colour belt the bag I picked up was the same tone of the shorts and he lids and the straps were the same colour I picked up my gloves which where studded around an opening the back of my palm and there was also studs at the end of each fingers.
I hopped over to the bathroom and did my hair In a simple pony tail, I went down into the living room and sat on the reading the news paper. " look whose up" said Dean. "How did you sleep?" I asked. "Pretty good Mother Hen" Dean replied Smirking. I sighed and put down the paper picking up one of my throwing knives. "Oh oh" Dean said. "Um, I'm going to go get some breakfast see ya!" He said walking out the door. He poked his head back in. "Mother hen" he said grinning. I threw the knife just as he buggered off. I sighed. Ever since mum died in the nursery fire I had practically mothered Sam, Dean and dad ever since I learnt how to walk. Which earnt me the nickname 'mother hen'. Luckily they don't use it very often. I stood up and put a leather jacket on and started packing my stuff. I picked up my phone and looked at it it had a voicemail from dad's phone "Dean, lexi...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, guys. We're all in danger." I placed the phone back on the table slowly. I quickly picked up the phone again and ran Dean. "Hello" he answered. "Dean, dad left a voicemail." "What did he say?" He asked. "Get your ass here and I'll show you." I replied. "Be there in a minute." He said then hang up I sighed and threw the phone onto the bed. Dean barged into the hotel and dumped some food onto the table which I was sitting on. "What did he say?" He demanded. I played the voicemail to him and he looked at me confused. "Don't look at me." I told him. "I noticed there was EVP On it so I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." I said sitting back down and fiddled with the computer. "I can never go home..." Said a woman. "I can never go home?" Dean asked. "I think dad was working on a case when he sent it. and dad hasn't been back for a while so I think something's up, Dean we need to find him. Make sure he's ok." Dean sighed. "Pack your things, we're going to Stanford." I closed the computer. "To visit Sammy?" I asked. "Yeah.." He replied. "Oh god Dean you know he won't come." He paused in thought for a moment. "I know but it's worth a shot." I sighed and picked up my bag with my stuff in it and signed us out hopping in the car. Dean was there and he put on Metallic and pulled out of the parking lot, eventually I fell asleep listening to Deans horrible singing.
"Alex! Wake up." Dean said shaking me. I sat up. "We're here" already?" I asked. "Dean nodded getting out of the car. I checked my phone it was around midnight. And I got out of the car and opened the truck and picked up my touch and lock picker kit. "Ready?" Dean asked. "Hell yeah!" I said excitedly. Dean went to the window and started picking the lock. I sighed. "Let me do it" I said to Dean while pushing him out of the way. A few seconds later I heard the satisfying click that it was unlocked. I pushed the window open and Dean climbed noisily. I silently laughed at Dean then climbed in noiselessly. "I told you Dean, Legs first!" I whispered before hurrying away. Sam opened his eyes when he heard something. Like a window opening. He got up and went to investigate what the noise was he looked at a window which was open he closed it silently I crept around and spied on Sam until he heard Deans footsteps. Dean walked past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moved to another part of the apartment and waited for the man/Dean. The Dean entered the room and I tried my best not too laugh. Sam lunges forward and grabs Dean by the shoulders. Dean knocked Sam's arm away and aims a strike at Sam, who ducks. Dean grabs Sam's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. Sam finally gets his first glimpse of Dean since forever. Dean elbows Sam in the face while I was sitting there trying to figure out if I wanted to help, I figured not.; Sam kicks at Dean's head. Dean ducks and swings and Sam blocks.i nodded in approval. Dean knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist. By this time i was sitting down on the floor. "Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean said. Sam breathed hard. "Dean?" He asked still breathing hard. Dean laughed. "You scared the crap out of me!" Sam said sounding both relieved and pissed. "That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean replied smiling. Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Slamming Dean onto the floor. "Or not." Dean grunted. At this I stood up and started clapping. "Nice work Sam I've been wanting to do that for years!" Sam looked up from Dean. "Ally?" He asked unsure. "In the flesh." I replied smiling. Dean decided to tap Sam on where he was holding Dean. "Get off of me." Sam rolled to his feet and helped Dean up. "What the hell are you two doing here?" "Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean replied. I rolled my eyes."Dean!" "What? I was!" I sighed. Idiot. I mumbled. Dean shook Sam's shoulders once. "So what the hell are you doing here?" Sam pressed. "Okay. All right. We gotta talk." I said getting up from the floor. "Uh, the phone?" Sam asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" Dean stated/asked. "Beside this is way more fun" I said grinning. A gir turned the lights on flooding the room with light.. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs t-shirt.
"Sam?" She called out. Sam and Dean and I turned our heads to look at Jess. "Jess. Hey. Dean, Ally, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Dean looked at her appreciatively. " hands off pervert" I whispered to Dean. He gave me a, but...but.. Look. "Wait, your brother Dean? And Alexia? As in your twin sister?" Jess smiled. While Sam nods. "I see Sam's mentioned me" I nodded in approval while DEAN grins at her and moves closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." I rolled my eyes. "Just let me put something on." Jess said nervously. Turning to go and change but Dean stopped her by opening his big mouth. "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." I mentally face-palmed. Dean went back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. Sam eyed him, his expression stony and protective. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." Dean said. "But, uh, nice meeting you." He finished off. "No." Sam said sternly before walking over to Jess and putting a protective arm around. Boy, had I missed this side of Sam. Dean looked confused. "No?" I asked unsure of what he meant. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." I sighed in annoyance. And this was the part I didn't miss. "Okay." Dean said unsure of how to say what he needed to say without revealing too much.
He turned to look at them both straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Home? As in the crappy motel we've been staying at for the last two weeks? Wow. Just wow. "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Ok this was getting frustrating. Dean ducked his head and looked back up up again before looking at me for help."uugh.." Dean started. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few weeks." I barged in. Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Jess glances up at him. "Sam?" Jess asked Sam. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." Sam said letting Jess go.
Sam and Dean and I head downstairs by this time Sam had put on has jeans and a hoodie. And at the moment I had tuned out of their convocation and hurried back to the car. And started working on the computer on the face of the car and trying to figure out where dad would be at by now. My head snapped up when I heard Sam and Dean voices drifted closer to the car. "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" "No. Not normal. Safe." Sam replied. "And that's why you ran away." Dean said getting a little bit hot headed and looking away. "I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam pressed on. I got off the hood and put my laptop away. "Guys can we just talk about the matter at hand?" I said. "Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Said Dean ignoring was silent for a minute then Dean continued. "I can't do this alone." That just made me feel invisible. " hello? I'm here too!" "Yes you can." Sam replied. "Am I a freaking duck?" I nearly shouted waving my arms around like Sam does when he's frustrated. "Shut up Ally" Dean and Sam said at the same time. "Meanies" I mumble before hopping in the back seat with the door open. Sam sighed and looked down, thinking, then up again. "What was he hunting?" Finally! I thought. Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter which I have tried to organise but gave up."All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean spoke aloud. "So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked. "I was working my own gig with Ally. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Replied Dean with his head still looking for the damn thing. "Dad let Alex go on a hunting trip?" Sam asked surprised "I'm twenty-two, Sammy." I spoke up from the back seat. Dean finally pulls some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." He said then handed Sam a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Once Sam was done reading he glanced up. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." Dean continued. "So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam suggested. "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean tossed down another Jericho Herald article. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." He said tossing down four more articles. Dean takes the articles back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder. And then putting them back in the trunk. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." I stated. Dean pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Then Dean grabs the the tape with the voicemail on it. "Then Alex get this voicemail yesterday." He presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up. But you can still hear the message."Dean, lexi...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, guys. We're all in danger." When the message ended Dean pressed stop. "You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked."Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean said. Sam shakes his head in amusement. "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean said. By I he means me obviously. But let's not tell Sammy that shall we? He pressed play again. and you hear this: "I can never go home..." Dean Presses stop and Sam looked confused. "Never go home." He said to himself more than drops the recorder back into the apartment, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it. "You know, in almost two years We've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."
Sam looked away and sighed, "please?" I said doing the puppy eyes Sam looked back at me. He gave in. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." "Yes!" I said doing a mini victory dance. Sam chuckled at my childishness and Dean just rolled his eyes. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turned around to go back to the house/apartment to pack. "What's first thing Monday?" I asked. "I have this...I have an interview." "What, a job interview? Skip it." Said Dean getting off the trunk. "Dean" I hissed. "What?" He hissed back at me. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Said Sam interrupting our hissing competition."Law school?" I questioned. I could see Dean smirking out of the corner of my eye. "So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked. "Yes" I said nodding. Dean looked at me weirdly. "What?" I asked. "Nothing" he say before opening tho door and hopping in. I got in the back seat since Sam was coming and, fell asleep just as the passenger door slammed shut.
We pulled up at a Gas station. "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers plays when we had pulled up Dean was listening to Ramblin' Man much to Sam's protests. That. I was asleep for. Dean walked out of the convenience mart carrying junk food. And other stuff. Sam is sitting in the passenger seat with the door open, flicking through a box of tapes. "Hey, Lexi!" He called out he threw a cheese and beacon roll at me and I caught it. "Eat" he practically commanded. "Hey Sam" Dean said turning to Sam. "You want breakfast?" "No, thanks."he replied looking back down to the tapes then pulling out my precious The Living End cassette tape. "Hey!" I said just as he was about to open it. I moved forward and leaned over the passenger seat steal the tape out of his hands. "What?" He said confused. "No touchie." I said putting the tape back in the box. "Okay." He said making 'kay' longish. Dean shook his head in amusement. "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean replied. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean finished. "Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door. "Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean gets into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down. "And his son and daughter, Hector and Isabel. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean finished before closing the door. I was by this time I had finished my roll and was stealing Deans chips. "I named Dean Hector" I said grinning. Sam gave me a thumbs up. "Hey your supposed to be on my side Sammy!" "yeah, well, my side has cookies!" I said while holding up a choc chip for Sam which he took and started eating. I grinned even wider. Dean sighed and closed his door. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Said Sam returning back to the box of cassette tapes. "Why?" Dean and I said at the same time. "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two."Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Sam said holding up a tape for every band he named. Dean took the box labeled AC/DC from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam finished up."Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean put the tape in the player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean said before starting the engine. "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old." Sam said."It's Sam, okay?" "You will always be Sammy to me. Can I still call you that?" I asked. " only if I can call you Mother Hen." Sam said trying to compromise. "Oh hell no! You are not going there!" I said, Sam and Dean laughed. "I'm Calling you Sammy, Sam. And Dean, I'm calling you midget!" I shouted over the music "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud!" Dean shouted back cranking up the music. Before driving off. I laughed then pulled out my journal/ book on monster like Dad I had created a journal about the monsters I kill, then I have a normal diary which I wrote in everyday and then i was creating a book about monsters just for the hunters. So yeah I was a writer and I liked it. So that's what I do when I'm stuck on the road with Dean and I can't sleep.
It's about midday and Sam is talking on his phone. Trying find any leads on dad. "Thank you." Sam said before shutting his phone off. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or that's something, I guess." Sam reported. " well we know he isn't hurt that's good." I said leaning forward.
Dean glances over at Sam and I, then back at the road. The bridge ahead of us there are two police cars and several officers checking out a car accident? "Guys, check it out" I said motioning towards the cars. Sam leaned forward for a closer look. "Good work Mother Hen" he said smiling. I leaned forward and hit Sam over the head. The crossing my arms. Sam pouted.
Dean pulls over to take a look before turning the engine off then pulling out a box full of ID's from the glove Compartment. He picks one out and grins at SAM, who stares. When Sam and Dean had pick. More likely Dean picked and shoved one to Sam, I took the box from Dean and picked out one that said. ' Federal marshal Stephanie Morass.' "Let's go." Dean said getting out of the car I picked up my camera and Sam got out of the car. "You can pass as a Federal Marshal?" Sam asked me. "Yeah" I said returning to Deans side. " ready boys?" I asked. "Ready." They said at the same time. With that we started walking forwards the crime scene.
On the bridge, the lead Deputy, Deputy Jaffe, leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river. I couldn't quite figure out what he was saying but I could guess that he was looking for a body or something down at the river.
Dean and sam and I arrived at the crime scene and I caught a snatch of a convocation "How's Amy doing?" Asked the lead Deputy. "She's putting up missing posters downtown." Replied another guy, presuminglly his friend. "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked walking up to Lead Deputy. He looked up" who are you?" He said straightening up. Dean flashed his badge in front of Lead Deputy. "Federal marshals." He said before putting the badge back inside his pocket. "You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" And there's three of you..." Dean laughed "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." He said smiling. I crossed my arms. "Never send a woman to do a man's job." Said lead Deputy. Dean and Sam stopped short. And me? Well. I was a trying not to kick him in the jewels. instead I was sending some serious hate to him. "What?" He asked looking confused. "Can I?" I asked. "No. Steph." Sam said leading me away from them and towards the car that lead deputy and his crew were looking at. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked walking around the car. I crouched down and started scanning the car."Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." "So, this victim, you knew him?" I asked walking back to Sam. Lead Deputy nodded."Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked circling the car again. "No. Not so far as we can tell." Replied lead Deputy. "So what's the theory?"
Sam asked. Sam went over to Dean while I was scribbling some things down."Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said making me smirk. I knew all to well what's coming next. Sam is going to stomp on Dean's foot then Dean will hit Sam over the head at some stage and then there will be and argument which I might have to break up. Just then Sam stomped on Deans foot as if telling him to shut up. "Thank you for your time." Sam said walking away with Dean following."Gentlemen." I said before walking off after them. Dean smacks Sam over the head. "here we go again." I mumbled to myself. "Ow! What was that for?" Sam exclaimed."Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asked."Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam retorted.
Dean looks at Sam and moves in front of him, forcing both Sam and I to stop walking.
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
Sam clears his throat and looks over Dean's shoulder. Dean turns. It's Sheriff a and two FBI agents."Can I help you guys?"the sheriff asked. "No, sir, we were just leaving."i said pushing the two boys away from the sheriff and the agents. As the FBI agents walk past Dean, he nods at each of them. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." He said reading the name tags. Dean and Sam and I head past the sheriff and hopped in the car.
Dean and Sam had gone out to see of they could find this Amy girl while I was left to do something useful. So I decided to doing some research but the problem was I had no idea what I needed to search up so I ended up just playing real racing 3 on my iPad. About half an hour later the phone rang. "What did you find?" I asked. "Well" Sam's voice came from the other end. "There's this girl that was supposivly murdered and she hitchhikers rides with men mostly on Centennial Highway and then the men are never seen again." "That's nice" I said putting my laptop in my bag. With a pen pencil and notebook. "Yeah" said Sam. "Meet me at the library in 5." I said before hanging up and slinging my bag over my shoulder and headed to the library.
Dean had decided to do the research and at the moment he was getting nowhere Sam and I were sitting next to him. He typed in: "Female Murder Hitchhiking" with no result. The Dean replaced "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same result. It was painful to watch. Then Sam offered to try but Dean just smacks Sam's hand away. "I got it." He said. "Let Sam try" I told Dean trying not to laugh. "I said, I got it" Dean replied. at this point . I think Sam was sick of this taking to long, so he shoved Dean's chair out of the way and took over. "Dude!" Dean exclaimed before hitting Sam's shoulder. "You're such a control freak." Dean said death glaring me because I was flicking a Piece of string and I kept on hitting Dean on the arm. "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"Sam asked "Uh hu" I said and Dean nodded.
SAM "Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam said replacing murder with suicide. and finds an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". Dean glances at Sam. "You should really let the experts do this sort of stuff Dean" I said when Sam opens the article. It was dated April 25, 1981.
"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam informed. I decided that I'll search it up and read it later. "Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked."Yeah." "Why?" Dean asked again. "An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they weren't breathing. Both of them die." I said reading off the article. Sam just looked at me weirdly. And Dean raised his eyebrows. "What?" I asked Sam. "Uh...nothing." Said Sam returning to the computer.
The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the same place Troy died. "The bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked. We got up shut down the computer then later that night we went to take a look at the bridge.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said looking down at the river below the bridge. It was around 11: 38 and Dean, Sam and I. Were looking at the bridge which Constance had killed herself."So you think Dad would have been here?" I asked. Dean and Sam looked at me. "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean replied and continued walking down the bridge. Sam and I followed. "Okay, so now what?" Sam asked. "Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Just then Sam stopped. Oh crap Sam please do not start up an argument! I thought. "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-" Dean turned around to look at Sam. Ok Seoul this might not be so bad. "Monday. Right. The interview." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam said. I sarted walking away. About two minutes later Dean had Sam pushed up against the railing on the bridge. " guys!" I hissed pulling Dean off Sam gently. Dean stopped struggling and walked away. I turned around to follow Dean but I saw something out of the corner of my eye I turned and saw a black haired woman in white. Constance. "Guys" I said not taking my eyes off her. The boys came up next to me. Constance looks over at us before stepping off the bridge. Sam and Dean run to the railing and look over."Where'd she go?"Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam replied looking around. I whipped around to the sound of the Impala's engine. I raised my hands and squinted against the sudden light of the headlights. "What the-" Dean said. "Who's driving your car?" Sam asked. "It's Constance" I said while turning and running away from the car which was now driving towards us. "Go! Go!" Sam shouted. The car started to gain speed and the next thing I know it. Dean, Sam and I had jumped over the railing I clung to it for dear life and the engine on the impala stopped. "Sam? Dean? You there?" I asked pulling myself up, back onto the bridge. "Alex?" Sam asked his head appearing at the bottom of the rail. "Sam." I breathed a sigh of relief and helped him onto the bridge. "Where's Dean?" I instantly ask Sam once he's on the bridge. "Shit" mumbled Sam. "Dean? Dean!" Sam shouted. "Dean?!" I shouted getting ready to jump. "Oh hell no you don't" said Sam pulling me off the railing. "Damn it" I muttered. "What?"
Came a very annoyed voice. "Dean" I said leaning over the rail. "Hey! Are you all right?" Sam asked. Dean did the OK sign. "I'm super." Sam laughed and I chuckled. "He's cranky" I whispered to Sam once we had scooted away from the edge. "Is the Impala alright?" I asked Dean after he had checked her. Twice. "Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Asked Sam settling himself on hood and mocking Dean from earlier today from the library. I smiled at the memory. Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean. "You smell like a toilet." I commented. Dean looked down before flicking me with some. "Hey!" I said collecting some and throwing it at Dean. Then Dean threw some back at me then I threw some at Sam and then it was an all round mud fight.
Dean threw a VersaBank MasterCard with the name of Hector Aframian on a handwritten guest ledger. The clerk looks at us all weirdly. "Mud fight" I stated. And he nodded smiling. "One rooms, please." The Clerk picks up the card and looks at it. "You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked. What? "What do you mean?" Sam asked."I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Dean looks back at Sam. "Can we see the room later?" I asked. He nodded and gave us the keys. Me being the lucky one got dad's room. Walked in and looked around Dean threw a VersaBank MasterCard with the name of Hector Aframian on a handwritten guest ledger. The clerk looks at us all weirdly. "Mud fight" I stated. And he nodded smiling. "One room please." The Clerk picks up the card and looks at it. "You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked. What? "What do you mean?" Sam asked."I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Dean looks back at Sam. He gave us the key to our room. I dumped my bag on the floor and Sam and Dean Jumped on the beds claiming them. "Ok I got the couch then." I said dumping my bags on the couch. Sam looked guilty. "Sam if you dare offer me the bed, I will kill you got it?" I said. "Ok" he said. "Dibs first on the shower!" I said before Dean could make it to the door. "Damn it" he mumbled to himself.
It's about nine at night and Sam and Dean had gone to take a look at Dads room . I had stayed behind to see if I can find out anything on this Constance chick,
"Did you find anything?" I asked when they got back. "Yeah." Said Dean. "And no" Sam said sitting down. "Dad found the same article we did but I don't think he finished the job," well duh we wouldn't be here if he did. "We are going to see if we can talk to her husband tomorrow." He continued. "Right" I said nodding my head.
Dean appeared and grabbed his jacket. He shrugs it on one shoulder as he crosses the room. "Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You two want anything?" "No." Sam replied. "I'll take a cheese and bacon roll" I said getting up from my spot on the floor and picking up a book and sitting back down. "Hey, your coming." Dean said to me. I got up and put on a jacket and left with Dean. "Hey Dean, look" I said at the parking lot pointing at the police talking to the motel clerk. The motel clerk points at us and I graon while Dean pulls out his phone to warn Sam. "Dude, five-oh, take off." Dean said Into the phone when Sam answers. "What about you? And Ally?" "Uh, they kinda spotted us. Go find Dad." "Dude they spotted you Dean but not me, not yet." I said hiding. "Problem, officers?" Dean said smiling at the police. "Where's your partners?" "Partners? What, what partners?" Get your act together Dean, damn it! Jaffe glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. His partner heads over to it."So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" Jaffe asked. "My boobs." Dean grinned. I me rely face-palmed. Jaffe partner slams Dean over the hood of the cop car. "You have the right to remain silent-" I didn't hear the rest because I had moved and started running towards the motel room. They never heard or saw me so they didn't follow me. I entered the motel after interviewing the welch dude. "Where's Dean?" Sam asked standing up. "At the police station. With his boobs." Sam scoffed. "So how are we going to get him back?" He asked. I grinned an idea forming in my head. Sam looked at me and I pulled out my phone and dialled 911. Sam grinned trying not to laugh." "Hello, how can I help you?" The person who picked up the phone asked. "Help! Someone just killed my husband!" I made it sound like I was crying and historical. While in real life, I was smiling. "He was shot we are over at Whiteford Road. Please!" I said. "Ok we will be there In a minute hang on there ma'am. Then he hang up. "Nice work!" Sam said. "Ok let's go." I said picking up my bag and headed out to the car.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean said when Sam picked up the phone. "You're welcome." Sam and said at the same time. I grinned. "Listen, we gotta talk." Dean said. "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." Sam replied. "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" "I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam continued ignoring Dean. "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." "What?" I said shocked. "How do you know?" Sam asked.
"I've got his journal." Dean replied. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam said. "Yeah, well, he did this time." "What's it say?" Sam asked. I started getting a bad feeling at the pit of my stomach. "Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." "Coordinates." Sam stated. "Where to?" I asked leaning forward. "I'm not sure yet." Dean replied. "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 asked. "Sam! Look out!" I shouted at Sam after seeing Constance on the road. We went right through her before halting, I breathed heavily. "Sam? Sam!" Dean shouted from the dropped phone. I looked in the back seat Constance was sitting there. "Take me home."she said. "No." Sam replied.
the doors locked "Sammy..." "Just keep calm" Sam said struggling to open the doors. The car jerked forward and driven to Constance home, I'm presuming. The car pulls up in front of Constance's house and stops. The engine shuts off. "Don't do this." Sam said. Constance wasn't in the back seat anymore. "I can never go home." "Huh?" I said. "You're scared to go home." The passenger seat flies open and I was thrown out of the car crashing int a broken down letterbox. "Agh!" I mumbled. "Lexi!" "Sam look out!" I shouted. Constance was sitting in the passenger seat. She climbed into his lap shoving him back onto the seat, hard. "Hold me. I'm so cold." She said trying to get all over Sam. I moved towards the trunk only to be sent flying into the house, what is it with me and being thrown across the damn place! The engine started and the lights turned on. I started driving and I got up and ran out of the way then looking at the damage that Sam had done by driving into the side of the house. "Sam! Sam! You okay?" Dean asked running over to the car. "I think..." Sam replied. "Can you move?" "Yeah. Help me?" Constance picked up a photograph of her and her children I moved foward to getting a closer look. Constance throwed the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam and Dean, pinning them against the car.a bookcase slammed itself against me but I could still see what was going on. The lights flicker; the woman in white looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. At the top of the staircase are the boy and girl from the photograph. They hold hands were holding hands and spoke at the same time. "You've come home to us, Mommy." Constance looked distraught. The disappeared from the stairs and reappeared behind her hugging her. She screams. Her image flicked then her and her children melt into a puddle on the floor. I shoved the bookcase off me. "So this is where she drowned her kids." I nodded."That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam informed. "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean slapped Sam on the chest where he was hurt, Sam laughed despite the pain. "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam said. This just made me laugh. "Hey. Saved your ass." Dean replied on his half. "Oh and Lexi?" Sam asked smiling. "What?" "She thought you were my girlfriend." I faked shock and walked over to Dean who was inspecting his 'baby.' "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean started, he turned around to look at Sam who was behind me. "I'll kill you." Sam laughed.
Sam lets himself into his apartment. Everything is dark and quiet. "Jess?" He calls out before closing the door."You home?" He asked into the darkness.
There was a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. Sam picks one up and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running. Sam sits on the bed, shuts his eyes, and flops onto his back. Blood drips onto Sam's forehead, then another drop, then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror: Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the belly. "No!" Sam shouts panicked. Just then Jess bursts into flame and it spreads across the ceiling. My eyes flew open and I sat there panting. "Alex? You ok?" Sam asks. Worried. I didn't answer but I just sat there and thought about what I saw. "Where are we heading?" I asked eventually. "Back to Stanford" Dean replied. "Ok, wake me up when we get there" I said before falling asleep. We pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam and I got out and Sam leans over to look through the window. "Call me if you find him?" Dean nodded. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" "Yeah, all right." Sam patted the car door twice and turned away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat. "Sam?" Sam turned back to Dean."You know, we made a hell of a team back there." "Yeah." Sam replied. He turned towards me. "Hey Sam?" I started, I saw Jess burst into flame in my dream I wanted to make sure that she was okay. "Yeah?" "Can I come inside for a minute? I need to pee." I said. "Sure." He said leading me towards the house. "Come inside Dean" Sam invited he followed us inside. "Jess?" Sam calls out just like the dream. Oh shit... "You home?" No no no no! I looked for the plate it was there with the note on it. "oh shit, Jess!" I said. Running into Sam's room, "Ally?!" Sam and Dean shouted running into the room. Jess was sprawled across the roof with the same cut. "Dean get Sam out of here!" I shouted pushing Sam. He was screaming. Trying to get to Jess. Dean manages to get Sam out of there before the whole house caught on fire. Sam was crying and I was trying to calm him down even though I know it was useless. Then he walked away with tears still in his eyes. Dean looked at Sam's old house while Sam and I were at the trunk. Dean approached the car where Sam and I were standing, Sam was loading a shotgun. Dean looks at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looks up, then tossed the shotgun into the trunk. "We got work to do." Sam shut the trunk and we all got into the car and drove off.