"What are you doing?" I ask Dean, looking over his shoulder.

"Mind your business," says Dean, rifling through more paper.

I groan and throw myself in the chair next to him.

"Don't you have schoolwork to do?" he asks without looking up.

"I did it."

"Of course you did."

I peer over at what he's reading, "Can I help?"

"No."

"I can read, you know."

Dean shoves my arm away with his elbow. "Ha!" he explains. "Old Mill Road Cemetery, plot 155."

"Oh joy."

"Wanna help?" he grins at me.

"Midnight shovelling? No thanks."

Dean packs up the papers. "The whole reason Dad said for you to come with me was to help me."

"Yes," I say opening the manila folder for Dean to put the papers back in. "Help. Not go on midnight expeditions to dig up the dead."

Dean shrugs. "Sounds like help to me."

"How does burning a dead body help with voodoo anyway?"

"Oh I finished that last night; this is some ghost thing haunting the lady whose dad died."

I roll my eyes and follow Dean to return the stuff to the front desk. He smiles widely at the librarian, a lady, who, ugh, winks at him and bites his lip.

"Nope, nope, nope," I say and push him out the door. "I'll hold the flashlight for you, how's that?"

"Deal."

I don't know what time it is in the morning. Late. The curtains in the hotel are surprisingly good. I shuffle to the bathroom and am blinded by the sunlight streaming through the weird glass bricks. I recover from my temporary blindness to do my business, wash my hands and my face. In the hotel I see it's nearly 11, I groan. Dean is slightly snoring. I kick his bed and he snorts, I roll my eyes and check my phone. Still no call from Dad. Usually he calls me every day, even if it's just a three second, "I'm okay, see you soon," call. I try calling him. Straight to voicemail. I sit on the edge of my bed. Dean snores again and I kick his bed. This time his snort wakes him up.

"Wha?"

"Have you heard from Dad?"

Dean rubs his eyes and half sits up his bed. He checks his phone from the bedside table. "No," he says. "That's weird."

"Yeah."

Dean takes a deep breath and gets out of bed. He tries to call Dad too. "Voicemail," he announces.

"I know," I say.

Dean smiles his fake smile. "I'm sure he's fine."

"Uh huh."

"Trust me."

"Last time I trusted you, you put a mouse in my shoe."

Dean laughs. "That was a good one."

"Dean…" I say, more annoyance in my voice than I intended.

"All right, I'll call some people. Give me a bit."

I give him a bit by taking the world's longest shower. And he doesn't bang on the door or anything because he's busy. I leave the conditioner in my hair for the recommended 5 minutes. I even shave my underarms and legs. I probably have never been cleaner when I finally get out and wrap myself in the only robe the hotel provided. When I come out Dean's outside the room. He's opened the curtains and I can see him pacing outside. I try not to be worried but grab my clothes and get dressed. It is yet another day of jeans and one of Dean's old band t-shirts tucked in because it's too big and asking either my dad or Dean for new clothes is like asking them to wear a dress and do the can-can: pointless and will end in argument. I'm tying the laces on my converses that are still half a size too big from when I swiped them six months ago, when Dean comes back inside. I can tell by his face it's not good.

"Dean?" I ask.

He makes a face. "We need Sammy."

"Why?"

Dean plays a recording of a creepy voice and something. "What is that?" I ask.

"A voicemail from Dad…"

He plays it.

"Creepy," I say.

"Yeah…"

"Where?"

"Jericho."

"Isn't that where Dad went?"

"Yeah."

"He's gone?"

"Seems like it."

I fiddle with the edge of my shirt that's escaped my jeans, "It's been days…"

"I know," says Dean.

I can't help it. I'm scared for Dad. I go over to Dean and hug him. He often hates when I do that; anything longer than two seconds he says is for sisters, not big brothers. But this time, he hugs me back, tight. This can't be good.

I try not to think too much about how bad it must be for Dean to think we need Sam to help track down Dad. We drive straight through, only stopping for gas and food. Mostly at the same time. We arrive at Stanford early morning. Dean shakes me awake.

"We're here."

I try to wake up and climb out of the car. The cold morning air wakes me up instantly. Dean walks around the back of the building.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Going inside…" he whispers back.

"He has a front door," I point the door. It's clearly the main door.

"Yeah," he says. "But that's not fun." He smiles and we walk around the side.

He holds out his hands. I roll my eyes but let him hoist me up. Standing on his shoulders he hands me a knife and I pry open the window and climb in. Dean uses the drainpipe to climb up and in. He signals for me to wait by the doorway, out of sight. I roll my eyes. But oblige.

I hear Dean, and hopefully Sam, fight. Rumbling around. For a little too long. Have they both gotten so sloppy?

"Whoa, easy tiger," I hear Dean say, and I come out from the doorway.

"Dean?" asks Sam, on top of Dean. Huh. Still got it. "You scared the crap out of me."

"That's cos you're out of practice."

Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Deans' back…ooff.

"Or not," says Dean. "Get off me."

Sam and Dean get up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asks Sam.

"Well, I was looking for a beer."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks again.

"Okay. All right," says Dean. "We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" asks Dean.

"History says no," I say from the doorway.

Sam turns to me. "Janie?"

"Jane's fine," I say and cross my arms.

A light turns on. A very pretty woman stands there in her pyjamas.

"Sam?" she asks.

Sam and Dean turn around to her.

"Jess," says Sam. "Hey Dean, Janie, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Wait your brother Dean?" she asks.

"And sister," I add.

Jess smiles a little awkwardly at me and Sam nods. Dean grins and moves towards her. "I love the Smurfs," he says gesturing to her PJs. "You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on," Jess turns to go.

"No, no, no," says Dean and Jess stops. "I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."

"Dean, leave her alone," I say.

Dean waves me off and walks back over to Sam. "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No," Sam goes to Jess and puts his arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

Dean looks back at me, I shrug, he shrugs. "Okay." Dean turns to face them. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

I shuffle on the spot. Has Sam already forgotten?

Dean tries again, "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam thinks for a moment. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

Sam gestures to a door. I'm assuming it's the front door but it's hard to tell. Dean goes out the door and Sam goes to the bedroom I assume to dress in something warmer than his PJs.

"Come on Munch," Dean says to me, and I follow him out.

Sam appears a few moments later in jeans and a hoodie. "Downstairs," Sam orders us.

"Jeez, calm down," says Dean and we go downstairs.

"Seriously, I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you guys."

"You're not hearing me, Sammy," says Dean. "Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

Dean stops and turns around. Sam stops too. I don't notice at first and loop back. They're very dramatic when they argue. I'd already forgotten.

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with us or not?"

Sam looks at me, properly. He frowns a little. "What is Janie doing with you anyway? Why isn't she with Dad?"

"I'm not a baby," I say. "And I can speak for myself."

"Sorry, but…"

"Come on Sammy," says Dean, "you don't think I can look after Jane? She's 12. And I looked after you since you were a baby. So don't."

"Are you coming?" I ask.

"I'm not," says Sam.

"Why not?" asks Dean.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean starts downstairs again. Sam and I follow.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

I didn't know that. Dean stops at the main door to the building.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" asks Dean.

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

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, 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. So we kill

everything we can find."

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

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

Ugh. I hate it when Sam brings that up. I shove the door open and go down the stairs to the parking lot.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors and he's been dragging Janie into it to since her mom..." he trails off when he sees watching them from 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."

I roll my eyes and get in the passenger seat as they come closer.

"And that's why you ran 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."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it."

There's a pause.

"We can't do this alone," says Dean.

"Yes you can."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to. And Jane won't admit it, but she's missed you."

I have not. Not at all. Not even a tiny bit. Okay. Maybe a tiny bit.

"What was he hunting?"

I hear the trunk open. "All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" I hear him shuffling around the trunk.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you and Janie go with him?" asks Sam.

"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans. Dad asked me to take Jane, so I did."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself. With Janie?"

"I'm twenty-six, dude. And I take Jane with me all the time. 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. They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

"So maybe he was kidnapped."
Oh man, why didn't we think of that. A kidnapping. God, Sam can be such an idiot.

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April. Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years. All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. 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 I get this voicemail yesterday." I hear the staticky recording again.

"You know there's EVP on that?" asks Sam.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it? All right. We slowed the message down, ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what we got."

Ugh. I hate the woman's creepy voice. I shiver.

"Never go home," Sam repeats. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

I see Sam head back to the building. "What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this...I have an interview."

"What, a job interview? Skip it."

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

"Law school?"

"So we got a deal or not?"

Dean says nothing. Sam goes inside and Dean climbs in the driver's side. "You alright?"

"Fine," I say.

"You sure?"

I glare at him.

"If Sam makes me ride in the back, I'll kick his seat the whole way."

Dean starts the car, "Fair."

"I'm not riding in the back," says Sam after he throws his bag in the trunk.

"Bite me," I say.

Sam scoffs and gets in the back. I smile. Dean turns on the music and we drive.

At some point I fall back asleep, and I wake up when Dean stops the car. "Pit stop," he says, shaking me.

I groan. It's sunny. Ew.

"Food?" he asks me.

"Please."

I get out and stretch. Sam climbs out from behind me and leans on the car as Dean fills up. I can feel Sam staring at me.

"What?" I ask, turning to face him.

"You're way taller."

"Two years will do that."

Sam shrugs. "I guess."

He keeps staring.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"You didn't want me to sit in the front, but you slept all the way."

"So?"

"So I couldn't sit in the front, and you sleep in the back?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I got shotgun by having my butt in the seat first."

Sam nods slowly.

"Play nice," says Dean as he goes inside to get the snacks.

Sam then picks me up by my shoulders, moves me aside and climbs in the front seat.

I glare at him.

"Shotgun," he says with a grin.

I roll my eyes and make sure to shake his seat as I climb in behind him. Sam turns on the music again and "Ramblin' Man" comes on.

"Seriously?" says Sam.

He goes under the seat and pulls out Dean's box of tapes and starts rifling through it.

"Don't mess that up or Dean'll kill you," I tell him.

"Yeah, sure."

"Hey!" yells Dean. "You want breakfast?"

"No, thanks," says Sam.

"Here," says Dean, handing me a shrink-wrapped raspberry muffin.

"So, how'd you pay for that stuff?" asks Sam. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"

Sam swings his legs back in the car and closes the door. I close mine too.

"Uh…Burt Aframian." Dean climbs in, "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal. Can't wait 'til Jane looks older, we can add her too." Dean closes his door.

"That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two," he reads the tapes, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean snatches the box.

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean puts the tape in. "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Dean turns on the engine and the music starts. Dean turns it up.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"

"Uncalled for," I say.

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud!" Dean yells over the music.

I laugh and kick Sam's seat.

We're nearly at Jericho when Sam calls around to check for Dad any place where the sick or dead might be. Nothing. Thankfully. Ahead, there are police cars and officers on a bridge.

"Check it out," says Dean. He pulls over, ruffles through his IDs and pulls one out. "Let's go."

I go to get out, but Sam says to me, "You should wait here."

"Why?"

"Because you look 10."

"I'm 12."

"Doesn't matter."

"Dean," I complain.

Dean looks at the officers. "Maybe stay." He says.

I grunt and throw myself back on the seat. "Fine."

They both go up the officers.

While they're doing their 'not looking like a 10-year-old' things I climb out and back into the front seat. When Sam and Dean get back Sam makes a face at me, but I lock my door. He climbs in the back. "Seriously?"

"Oh so sorry. Do I look too young to be in the front seat?" I say sarcastically as he gets in.

Sam scoffs at me.

"Dude, you started it," Dean says to him.

"Who we looking for?" I ask as we drive into town.

"Girlfriend," says Dean.

"Poor girl," I say.

In town it doesn't take long to find a girl putting up missing posters.

"I'll bet you that's her," says Dean.

"Yeah," says Sam.

We go up to her.

"You must be Amy?" says Dean.

"Yeah?" says Amy.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and this is his cousin Jane."

"He never mentioned you to me." She walks away, but we all follow her.

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

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around," says Sam.

Another girl comes up and asks, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" asks Sam.

Amy says okay and we go to a diner with her friend, Rachel. I get to be squished up against the window. Fun.

"I was on the phone with Troy," Amy explains. "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."

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

Amy shakes her head. "No. Nothing I can remember."

"I like your necklace."

I roll my eyes.

Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents" she laughs a little. "with all that devil stuff."

Sam laughs a little, "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."

"Okay," says Dean. "Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." He leans forward to the girls. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

The girls share a look.

"What is it?"

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

"What do they talk about?" we all ask together. Creepy.

The girls both look at each other but Rachel says, "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

We go to the library and search more on the woman death thing. Dean's having no luck with his searches.

"Let me try," says Sam.

Dean smacks his hand as he goes for the keyboard. "I got it."

Sam shoves Dean out of his chair.

"Dude!" says Dean and his Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak."

"So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"

"Oh, no? Really? I had no idea," I say sarcastically.

Sam ignores me. "Well, maybe it's not murder." He replaces "murder" with "suicide" in the search bar, an article entitled "suicide on Centennial" comes up. Sam opens the article.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

There's a picture of her.

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

"Yeah."

"What?"

"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 aren't breathing. Both die."

"Oh my god," I say.

Sam keeps scrolling the article, and reads "'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch.""

"The bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asks, pointing to a picture on the screen.

We drive back to the bridge and Sam and Dean get out. I stay put.

"What are you doing?" asks Dean.

"Oh?" I say, "Am I allowed out this time?"

Dean opens my door. "Don't be an ass."

I get out of the car and Dean slams it shut behind me.
"If you stop acting like a kid maybe I'd stop treating you like one," says Dean as we walk to the bridge.

"Does that mean I can talk to cops with you?"

"No."

"So then what's the point?"

"Because you still look like a kid. You are a kid."

I smack his arm and run a bit to catch up to where Sam is. We look over the bridge down at the river.

"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive?" asks Dean.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" asks Sam.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean walks further along the bridge, and we follow.

"Okay, so now what?"

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

Sam stops suddenly. "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"

"Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some Lawyer? Marry your girl?"

I look over the bridge, half expecting to see something but for a bridge, it's pretty clean. "Why a lawyer anyway?" I ask. "Sounds boring."

"It's not boring. And why can't I?"

Dean looks at me and I shrug. I'm not asking the question, he can do it. I nod my head at him to ask. "Does Jessica know the truth about you?" asks Dean. "I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"No, and she's not ever going to know."

I scoff.

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
Dean turns to walk along the bridge, and I follow, peering over the edge of the bridge. Not a great way to go, it's a long way down…and that water, must be freezing. But then, it's not that long. You'd actually have to go…headfirst.

Sam catches up to us. "And who's that?"

"You're one of us," Dean says and grabs me by the shoulder, pulling me away from the edge of the bridge.

"No. I'm not like you," says Sam. "This is not going to be my life."

"You have a responsibility to- "

"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that kill her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him on the railing. "Don't talk about her like that."

I take a step back and turn away. I see her. Constance. Then there's an arm around me, Dean.

"Sam?" Dean calls, pulling me closer to him.

Sam comes up next to me.

Constance looks over at us and she steps forward off the edge,

"Where'd she go?" asks Dean.

"I don't know," says Sam.

I hear the car engine start, and lights come on. We all turn to look.

"What the-" says Dean.

"Who's driving your car?" asks Sam.

Dean pulls his keys out and shakes them.
The car jerks, and drives forward, fast. We all turn and run. The car is going fast. Too fast. We can't outrun it and we've nowhere to go.
We all dive over the railing. I try and grab a pole, but my grip slips. I don't fall though. The car stops.

"You all right?" asks Sam. He's grabbed me by the waist and he hoists me over the edge, back on to the bridge. Sam leaps over, his giant legs barely grazing the railing.

"Where's Dean?" I ask.

"Dean? Dean!" we shout.

"What?"

Sam and I look over the edge of the bridge. Dean is down there. Covered in mud.

"Hey, are you all right?!" calls Sam.

Dean holds up the OK sign. "I'm super."

Sam and I look at each other and laugh.

Dean makes his way back up and immediately checks his car.

"Your car all right?" asks Sam.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" he yells. He leans on the hood. I go to join him but he…smells. I take a few steps back.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Sam sits next to Dean on the hood. Dean throws his arms up and flicks mud off his hands. Sam clearly catches the smell of Dean. "You smell like a toilet."

Dean looks down at himself.

"A public toilet," I add.

"So Dad's here?" I ask as we go to the motel room.

"We'll see," says Sam.

Sam picks the lock, and it opens. We all go inside and close the door.

Dean turns on a light and there's some old food. Salt on the floor.

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

"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean and I look at the papers on the wall.

"What have you got here?"

"Centennial Highway victim. I don't get it. I mean, different men, different job, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

I start reading one of the articles, there's an awful lot of stuff. Burned alive, a witch…Dad always does the biggest search in everything.

"Dad figured it out," says Sam. I look over, he's pointing at an article.

"What do you mean?"

"He found the Same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."

"You sly dogs," says Dean.

"Why are they sly?" I ask.

Dean clears his throat and turns to Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness," offers Sam.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband."

Sam taps a picture labelled Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive."

"All right. Why don't you and Jane, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up."

"Thank god," I say as Dean goes.

"Hey, Dean?" asks Sam.

"What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

Dean holds his hand up, "No chick-flick moments."

Sam laughs and nods. "All right. Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean points at me dramatically. "Behave."

I scrunch my nose up at him.

Sam laughs again. Dean goes to the bathroom and I go to the door but notice Sam isn't there. I turn back. "Sam?" I ask.

He staring at something on the mirror. A picture?

"You coming?" I ask. "Because I can't drive."

"Yeah…" he says and we leave.

We go the local library and find a directory by the payphone. Sam flips to the W's.

"Well, that was easy," he says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Only one J Welch here."

"Do you think it's the same guy?"

Sam shrugs. "You got paper?"

I pull some scrap paper and pencil out of my pocket and hand it to him. Sam copies the address down. "Is he far?"

He looks at a map on the wall. "No."

"How do you know it's Contance's husband?"

"I don't."

"Do you ever answer questions with more than two words?"

He closes the book. "Sometimes."

"Ha ha," I say sarcastically.

We go back to the car, but Sam still doesn't say anything else. I bit my lip, thinking. But I can't think of anything to say to him either, so we drive back in silence.

When we get back to the motel, I pull out by English book. Anne of Green Gables. Original choice by the English department there. I'm nearly finished. Sam is pacing in the room, listening to the something on his phone.

Dean finally emerges from the bathroom, clean. "Hey, I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You guys want anything?" he asks Sam.

"Yes!" I say and put the book down.

"No," says Sam.

"Aframian's buying," says Dean.

Sam shakes his head and Dean and I go out.

I see a police car… "Uh, Dean?" I say.

Someone points at Dean. Dean turns, "Pretend you were just walking out," he says quietly.

"What?" I ask.

"Keep walking," he hisses.

I do. I hear the police talk to Dean but as soon I'm covered by the trees I run off.

I walk for nearly 10 minutes before I'm wondering if Sam remembers the old plan when I hear the car behind me. The Impala has a distinct noise. "Need a ride?" Sam asks through the window.

I smile and climb into the passenger seat. "You remembered."

"I haven't been gone that long," he says.

I shrug. "You seem to have forgotten how a phone works, so I wasn't sure what else you forgot, meeting by the third road sign is quite a bit more specific than a phone."

"That's not…" he starts, but then trails off.

"We going to Joseph Welch?"

"Yeah."

"He's only about 10 minutes down the road."

"Cool."

He literally is 10 minutes down the road. It's a very rundown place. More like a junkyard than a home. "You better wait in the car," says Sam as he turns off the engine.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." Is all he says and then gets out.

I groan and throw myself back on the seat. I turn the key to power and play the music. Metallica is good, I don't care what Sam thinks.

Sam comes back after a little while, looking a little pale. "You okay?" I ask.

"Fine."

"How are we going to get Dean?" I ask.

"I have an idea…"

That idea involves me being dropped off around the back of the police station.

"Really Sam?" I ask.

"He'll come out; you'll be fine." He says and drives out.

Great. It's cold. And dark. And I'm in a creepy alleyway. Thanks so much, Sam. I look around, and see a fire escape. I sigh. Sam is probably right. I go over and jump up, pulling the ladder down to me. I sit on the damp ground, my back on the wall, and wait. There's sirens, and cars rushing off, and then, yep. There's Dean, climbing down. He jumps off the last rung of the ladder.

"Hey loser," I say.

Dean jumps. "Jesus!"

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"You scared me!"

"Uh huh."

"Where's Sammy?"

"Dropped me off here, said you'd be out."

"Oh well, that's helpful. You have your phone?"

I feel my pockets. "Oh. No…Must've fallen out in the car."

"Seriously?"

"Sam dumped me here!"

Dean rolls his eyes and we head off down the alleyway until we find a payphone for Dean to call Sam.

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal… Listen, we gotta talk. … Sammy, would you shut up for a second? … Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What?" I ask.

But Dean holds up his finger to me to stop talking. "I've got his journal… Yeah, well, he did this time. Ah, the Same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."

"Where?" I ask.

Dean glares at me. Points to the phone like I'm an idiot. "I'm not sure yet," he says to the phone. Then he says nothing for a little while.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I dunno…Sam? Sam!" He hangs up. "Let's go," he tells me. We go down the street, to a dark patch and Dean smashes a window and gets in. I climb in as he's hotwiring the car. I'm sitting on the journal. Dad's journal. I pull it out from under me.

"You remember where she lives?" asks Dean.

"Ah yeah," I say and tell him. He speeds off down the road. I hold Dad's journal tight in my hand. I open the glove compartment and move some papers. There's a gun. I pull it out.

We reach the creepy old house, and Sam's already there in the car. "Here," I say to Dean and pass him the gun. He immediately takes off the safety and runs off towards the impala and starts shooting. I run over but then Sam drives the car INTO the house.

"Sam!" calls Dean running into the house through the wreckage.

I follow, carefully stepping over the boards and broken glass.

"I think…" says Sam.

"Can you move?" asks Dean.

"I think."

"Yeah, help me."

I see Constance reappear. She's looking at a photograph. Dean pulls Sam out of the car.
Constance looks at them and throws the picture down. Then something's flying at them and pinning them to the car. Water begins to pour down the staircase.

"You've come home to us, Mommy," say the creepiest kid voices I've ever heard. Suddenly two kids are in front of Constance. They hug her. She screams. They all melt into water, a puddle on the floor.

"Gross," I say and go over to my brothers and help them shove off the table thing.

"So this is where she drowned her kids," says Dean.

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

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." He slaps Sam on the chest.

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

"Hey. Saved your ass."

Dean looks at the car, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you."

Sam laughs. I don't think he knows how serious Dean is.

I go to get in the passenger seat and Sam puts an arm across my shoulders. "Injured rides shotgun."

"Says who?" I ask.

"Says me," he says and shoves me out of the way.

The car starts, which is a good sign. With a flashlight Sam's looking at Dad's journal. "Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

"Sounds charming," says Dean. "How far?"

"About six hundred miles."

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

"Dean, I, um..."

"You're not going."

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

Dean nods. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. We'll take you home."

Sam turns the flashlight off. I lean back and close my eyes. Of course, he won't stay. He doesn't need us anymore.

We get back to Stanford a couple of hours later, the stop of the engine wakes me.

"Well, see ya," says Sam to Dean.

"Yeah."

Sam turns back to me, "Bye Janie."

I don't look at him, "Bye, Sammy."

Dean and I watch Sam go inside. We sit in silence for a moment. I manage to find the strength to get out of the car to get in the front, but I smell something in the air. I open the passenger door and lean in, "Dean, sulphur," I say.

"Dammit," says Dean and gets out. "Of course, he wouldn't notice."

"Stay by the car," he says and goes up the building.

"Dean!" I say and chase after him.

"I mean it, Jane!" he yells and run inside.

I sigh and walk back to the car, sitting on the hood. A few moments later I hear some sort of explosion, then, smoke. There's a fire. Oh shit. I hear the alarm for the building blare, people start running out. Then I see Sam and Dean come out. Fire trucks and police arrive a little after. Sam looks pissed and walks away. Dean's watching the fire.

I go up to him. "What happened?" I ask.

"Same as before," he says.

And I know what he means. His Mom. Dean doesn't move for a moment, then he puts an arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. "Let's check on Sammy."
Sam still looks pissed. He's loading a gun, he looks at us, sighs and nods. He tosses the gun into the trunk.

"We got work to do," he says and slams the trunk.