Chapter 0.1

Lana Winchester

Waking up to my brother's annoying face every day is a kick in my ass. This time is different though. He isn't in my face trying to annoy me, no, he's packing. "Dean, what the fuck man." I sighed in exaggerated annoyance.

"Dad is missing, we're going to pick up Sam." I immediately got up and started getting ready to go. It wasn't that I was exactly eager to see my dad, much less find him, I was just so excited to see Sammy.

I hadn't seen him since he left for college and that was 4 whole years ago. He was kind enough to call for those birthdays. "Dad will turn up, you can still take me to see Golden Boy though." Dean shook his head at the nickname I used for Sam.

He had Sammy but I wanted my own nickname. It made sense since Sam was the only one to go to college. I didn't even go to school. "We still gotta look for him, we ain't going without Sammy either." I smiled a bit. I knew that Dean missed Sam and I knew that he was a bit lonely, even though he had me to annoy.

I quickly went to the bathroom, taking time to brush my teeth and wash my face. After I was done with that, I quickly put together a nice outfit. The weather was a bit chilly but I was always warm-blooded. I put on some jeans, a red flannel shirt, and Dean's old winter jacket.

I put on my sneakers as well and started packing myself a bag. Dean was already walking to the car by the time I was finished and I followed him to the Impala. I immediately got into the front seat, I knew once we got to Stanford the seat would instantly be taken. I used this time to enjoy being in the front.

As soon as Dean started the car, he also started up the radio. Metallica got blasted in my ears for at least a half hour before he turned it down. I sighed because he was most likely about to start bothering me. "We're almost there, maybe 5 more minutes." I nodded.

I wasn't always as close with Dean, I could tell that he resented me when we were younger. He was always mean. To him, I was just another mouth to feed. Of course, now he would do anything for me, but that feeling must still be there. It changes everything in our relationship.

I love my brother though, I would never love Sam more and vice versa. I would do anything for both of them. That's the truth. "Here we are, kid." I nodded again and got out. I figured Dean would break in and fight Sam, and I had no time to mess up my hair doing that. We both got in together and started walking around.

The dorm was nice and cute, there was a picture of our dad and Mary. There were also pictures of Sam and some girl, I'm guessing it's Jess, the girlfriend he told me about over the phone. I got out of the way and sat down on their little couch while I watched Sam and Dean fight.

Eventually, Dean pinned Sam and pretty much called him rusty. In response to that, Sam pinned Dean and let him up a little bit after. I got up off of the couch and Sam and I hugged. He began questioning me and Dean as to what exactly we were doing here. A little later his girlfriend came out.

"Sam?"

"Jess, hey."

"Dean, Lana, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Wait. Your brother and sister?"

I reply with a small hello and Dean points at her shirt. "I love the Smurf's." He walks towards her. "You know I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Jessica looked toward Sam and back, making a small decision in her head and voicing it.

"I should go change."

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it, seriously."

"Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here,"

Dean walks back over towards Sam and I, still facing Jess a bit. "talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you." Sam looks at Jess. "No." He starts walking towards her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Dean sighs and turns around.

"Okay." He hesitates for a second, trying to sugarcoat what's wrong in front of Jess. "Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days." I can see that Jess is slightly concerned and mostly confused. I was about to chime in before Sam replied.

"So he's working overtime on a 'Miller time' shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." I sigh and watch as Dean drops his head, no longer sugarcoating anything. "Dad's on a hunting trip,"

I expand his sentence, emphasizing his point. "And he hasn't been home in a few days." Controlled shock and realization are clear on Sam's face. "Jess, excuse us."

Sam quickly threw a sweater on and ran outside with us. "I mean come on, you can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." We ran down the stairs to Dean's car. "You're not hearing us Sammy. Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."

Sam started mentioning other instances where Dad went missing and just turned up again randomly. "He's always missing and he's always fine." I kept walking to the car and Dean stopped, turning to Sam.

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

"I'm not."

"Why not?"

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

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

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

They stopped at the gate where I was and kept arguing. "What was he supposed to do?" Sam scoffed.

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

"Don't be afraid of the dark? What 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." Sam kept going.

"But we still haven't found anything, so we kill everything we can find."

"Save a lot of people doing it too."

Sam scoffed again. I knew he was going to say something harsh and I sighed. "You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean moved past me and walked outside of the gate. Sam kept talking.

"The weapon training? And melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors, don't get me started on Lana." I winced at that. I hadn't gone to school just so that I could be trained to hunt every day.

I was only taught things about school from Sam, Dean never really cared much for it. I understood my dad, and I love him, but it was hard to sympathize with someone who was barely in your life. Even though Dean kind of hated me, he was, is more of a dad than our dad.

Dean ignored that and asked his own questions. "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"

Dean stopped in front of the car and turned towards Sam. "No, not normal. Safe."

"And that's why you ran away. I see." Dean scoffed.

"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." I wasn't as angry at Sam as Dean and Dad were. Sam was trying to make a real-life path, one besides hunting, and he was brave for that.

I don't exactly understand the appeal at all, but maybe school is as great as he says it is. Maybe that's why he wanted to go. Dean kept talking. "Well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already, I can feel it."

"I can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can."

I cross my arms and hide my smile as Dean replies, "Yeah, well, I don't want to."

Sam sighed and dropped his head before looking back up. "What was he hunting?" Dean didn't answer as he didn't know and decided to just show him. Dean opened the trunk and started searching for the voicemail we had from Dad.

As Dean searched Sam turned to me. "So when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Dean answered before me. "We were working our own gig." I give more detail. "Some voodoo thing in New Orleans."

"Dad let you two go on a hunting trip by yourself." Sam's obvious amused disbelief makes me roll my eyes. "I'm 26, dude." I nod. "Yeah, and I've been doing this since I could walk. We were fine." Dean found what we needed. "All right. Here we go." I start to zone out when Dean begins explaining the case.

I only zone back in to listen to the voicemail. Dean plays the part back and we hear as a woman's voice says "I can never go home." Sam repeats the phrase and Dean closes the truck. He leans on the trunk. "You know in almost four years, We've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Sam looks away and sighs. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Dean nods. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Dean nods again and before Sam turns to leave, I stop him with a question. "What's first thing Monday?"

Sam turns back towards us. "I have an interview." Dean chimes in then. "What a job interview? Skip it." Sam turns to face him more and corrects him. "It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate."

Dean and I definitely didn't know this. "Law school?" Instead of answering, Sam asks if we have a deal or not. "Deal, Golden Boy," Dean smirks when I say this in agreement to accepting the deal.

Me and Dean wait in the car for Sam to say goodbye to Jess. It only takes him about 5 minutes, and then we're on the road. The drive to Jericho was long. We stopped at a gas station the next morning for food. It was mostly candy, chips, and soda. Dean walked out of the gas station holding all of this.

"Hey. You want breakfast?" Sam turned to look and replied. "No, thanks." I nodded and took some chips from him, examining the bags before opening them and eating some. Sam started asking how Dean paid for them, asking about our credit card scams.

Dean gives the car some gas and then he gets back in. Sam starts looking in his tape box.

"I swear man, you've got to update your cassette tape collection."

I nodded. "He's right."

"Why?"

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

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

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun, and back shut their cake holes." I kick the back of Dean's seat as he tosses a tape back into the box. "Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"

Dean turns up the music to drown out Sam's words. "Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." He smirks, gestures to his ear, and starts driving.

Soon we get to Jericho and Sam calls the local hospital, searching for people matching Dad. Luckily, there was no one. Dean slows the car a bit while turning. "Check it out."

Police cars were on the bridge, with cops speaking on radios and to each other. Dean stops the car, watching for a moment before grabbing our fake IDs.

Sam looks at him in disbelief before Dean opens his car door and smiles. "Let's go." He hands me my intern ID and I quickly leave the car. We begin walking towards them, just as a cop says, "It's almost too clean."

The cop asks the other who is in their car how his daughter is doing, she was dating the victim. Dean decides to butt in. "You had another one like this last month, didn't you?"

The cop leans back and faces us. "And who are you?" Dean looks away, showing his badge. "Federal Marshals, Federal intern." The cop walks a bit closer, a hint of disbelief and skepticism in his expression.

"You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" The deputy's gaze lingers on me as Dean nods a bit and smiles. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." He walks towards the cop car, asking his previous question again.

"You did have another one just like this, correct?" The cop turns towards Dean and answers. "Yeah, that's right, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."

Sam glances at Dean before asking about the victim. "So this victim--You knew him?" The cop nods. "A town like this, everybody knows everybody."

Dean studies the victim's car, walking around it. While doing this, he tries to get more information. "Any connection between the victims besides that they're all men?"

The cop--maybe we should've asked his name--answers. "No. Not as far as we can tell. No" He glances at Dean as he answers the question and Sam asks another one, walking towards Dean. "So what's the theory?"

I walk over to Dean and Sam and inspect the car as well. "Honestly, we don't know. Serial murderer, kidnapping ring." Dean looks away. "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys."

He looks back towards the cop and smiles. Sam grimaces and smiles at the same time, stepping on Dean's foot. I smile and look down. Sam leans toward the cop a bit and thanks him for his time.

We start walking away and Dean smiles again at the cop, who is staring at us in confusion. Dean looks back to make sure the cops aren't looking and smacks Sam in the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Why do you have to step on my foot?"

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?"

"I mean I thought it was kinda funny-"

Dean looks in disbelief at Sam's question, both ignoring what I said. "Come on." Dean turns and stops in front of Sam and I. "They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this."

I look behind Dean to find other police standing behind us. "Dean-" He cuts me off. "I mean, if we're gonna find Dad, we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Sam then sees the cops and clears his throat, looking towards them.

Dean turns and we stare at the cops. An older one, maybe the sheriff, starts speaking to us. "Can I help you kids?" I shake my head and Dean answers. "No, sir. We were just leaving." He walks a bit and watches as the FBI agents approach the crime scene.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." As we keep walking the sheriff turns to look at us leave. "The X files? Seriously Dean." He smirks as we get in the car and I shake my head. We drove around to find Amy, Troy's girlfriend, maybe get some information about Troy.

Once we found her, Dean and Sam walked up to her to question her about him. I decided to stay back since we couldn't think of a lie for me. While in the car, I contemplated telling them about Dad.

I have these weird powers now too, they just came all of a sudden when Dad went missing. I've been hiding them but it's hard. Dean has no idea what alone time is and he's always choosing to bother me, even with Sam here.

I started studying them. I keep this journal that I've labeled diary just so Dean or Sam doesn't touch it. So far all that's been happening are these visions in purple and telekinesis.

There's also like this purple aura around my hands when I use my powers, and most of the visions are about Sam and some are about our Dad.

I know where our Dad is, I know that he knows we're looking for him, and I know he doesn't want to be found. I eventually got bored and I decided to try and use my powers. While picking up my hand, I focused on my fingertips, and I tried to make a tiny purple orb appear.

I watched in disbelief and fascination as an aura covered the tip of my ring finger. I focused more and watched as it traveled up my finger and turned to a small orb. I played with it a bit before staring even more.

I jumped as the driver and passenger seat door opened. Sam and Dean got in and I put my hand down. Dean looked at me suspiciously and I smiled. "What'd she say?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at me and I gestured for him talk. He explained what they learned as we drove to a library nearby to do research.

As soon as we got there, I went to a secluded corner of the library, claiming to look for a book. I knew it would work since I never really liked researching, and Sam and Dean were older so they had to do it, I didn't.

I instantly took out my journal, and colored pencils, and I started drawing what my powers looked like in the car. I tried to write down and describe as many details as I could, drawing every detail as well.

I was startled by a voice. "Nice Drawing." I looked up to see a dirty blonde boy about my age. "Thanks." I smiled at him kindly and he smiled back.

"Sooo you just come to libraries to draw?" I started to put my things away as I hear Dean call me. "Nah, I came here with my brothers. To..study." He nods and helps me when I accidentally drop my journal.

The book fell on the exact page I was on and he stared for a moment, reading the words on the page.

"Woah." I snatch the book from him and hold it against my chest. "Dude, privacy?" I quickly stuff the book in my bag as Dean calls my name again.

I turn to leave and he grabs my hand. "What?" He stares at me for a second and I stare back, his eyes are nice. Huh? I grimace and that makes him speak. "I-I never got your name. I'm Jay. Jay Harvelle."

I nodded. "Lana. Winchester. Bye!" I quickly run off and I walk out. Dean exaggerates a sigh and Sam smiles. "Jeez kid, what took so long. We have to hit the road." I wave him off as he starts the car. "Yeah, yeah, just start driving."

We looked over the bridge that we were just at earlier. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." I watched the rapid water and listened to Sam and Deans conversation.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam looks over at Dean. "Well, He's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Dean walks away from the bridge and Sam follows.

"Okay, so now what?"

"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while." I continue to stare at the water as my mind strays to the boy from earlier. Jay.

"Dean, I told you I've got to get back by-" Dean cuts him off, turning to face him. "By Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

I zoned out again as they begin to argue. I can't get my mind off this guy. Maybe it's because he saw my journal. What if I see him again? What if he tells someone.

I jump and quickly walk over as Dean pins Sam on the bridge structure. "Dean." He ignores me and stares at Sam. "Don't talk about her like that." He lets go and turns away.

I turn to talk to him but we spot a woman standing on the edge of the bridge. "Sam." Sam looks up and turns, all of us staring at the woman. She turns to look at us before falling off the bridge.

I stand there in shock as Dean and Sam run over to look over the edge. "Where'd she go?"

"I don't kn-" The sound of a car's ignition starting makes me turn. "What the-" Sam and Dean turn as well "Who's driving your car?"

Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and the cars start's driving. I run as fast as I can as I'm more closer to the car. Soon I'm running beside them and we all jump over the edge of the bridge.

I watch as Sam pulls himself up after helping me back onto the bridge. We had hung onto a piece of the bridge that was sticking out. Sam calls out for Dean and we watch as he crawls out of the water, wet and muddy.

"Hey are you alright?" I stand up and go to the car wearily, my heart still racing. "I'm super." Sam laughs at Dean and stands up, walking over to the car as well.

I ignore their talking as Dean finishes looking at the truck and I get in. We drive to a hotel nearby and check in.

"One room, please. Three beds." The receptionist looks at the credit card Dean gave and looked back up. "You guys having a reunion or something?" I grimace in confusion. "What do you mean?" Sam smiles slightly.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and brought out a room for the whole month." Dean turns to look at the both of us as the receptionist checks us in.

We decided to check Dad's room, see if he had any information about where he might be or anything about the Constance case.

We walked around a bit, examined the place. Just doing this made me feel bad about not telling them about Dad. Even not telling them about my powers.

Dean groaned as he smelled a old burger on a nightstand. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." I look around the room again as Sam picks up salt off the floor.

"Salt, cat's-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in." Sam stood and walked towards Dean, who was looking at pictures on the wall. "What do you got here?"

"Centennial highway victims." I walked over as well and began to examine the papers with them. Dean kept talking. "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities."

Sam turned and walked towards other pictures on the opposite wall. "There's always a connection, right?" Dean continued. "What do these guys have in common?"

Sam continued to look around until his eyes landed on one specific note. "Dad figured it out." He turned to look at us. "What do you mean?" He looks back at the note. "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."

Dean turned back to the pictures on his wall. "You sly dogs. All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white," He turned back to Sam. "Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

Sam looked back to the photo. "She might have another weakness." I sat down on the bed and listened to them. Dean walked over to Sam. "No, 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 points to the photo. "If he's still alive. Hmm.." Dean continues to stare at the photos. "All right, why don't you see if you can find an address? I'm gonna get cleaned up."

Sam turns and stops him. "Hey Dean, what I said earlier about Mom and Dad- I'm sorry." Dean puts his hand up. "No chick-flick moments." Sam smiles and scoffs as I chuckled a bit and stood up.

"All right, jerk."

"Bitch."

"Pussies. Go shower. You stink." I shove Dean a bit and he smiles, leaving to go clean up. Sam chuckles and I smile, plopping down on the bed.

I watch as Sam picks up a photo of us that Dad left. I stood up to get a closer look. Dad held a little baby, me and little Sam. Dean sat next to him. Since I was a baby, Dean might've been 12, Sam 8.

Sam smiles at the photo and I match his smile. I go back over to the bed and lay down. "Nap time." I quickly fell asleep, my mind falling back on Jay.

I'm abruptly woken up by Sam, who's looking out the window. "We got caught?" I rub my eyes and stand up. He nods and we hurriedly get out.

Me and Sam go Joseph Welch's house after leaving the hotel room. We knew Dean would be fine.

When he opened the door Sam asked. "Hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" The man looked at us for a second before answering. "Yeah."

We told him we were reporters and we showed him the same picture of Dad from the hotel room. We wanted to know if Dad had spoken to him too.

I zoned out of the conversation as Mr Welch recalls speaking to our Dad. If he did, why didn't he solve this case himself. I zoned back in as Sam and Mr Welch stop walking.

Sam turns to face him. "Mr Welch, did you ever Marry again?" He shakes his head. "No way. Constance — she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I ever known." Sam nodded.

"So you had a happy marriage?" I watched as something in Mr Welch's face change. I turned to look at Sam, but he's still focused on getting information.

"Definitely." Sam nods. "Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time." I close my tiny notepad, after faking writing a few notes, and I smile. "Thank you. My condolences." We both walk to the car.

Sam stops as he's taking the keys out. "Mr Welch, you ever heard of a woman in white?" Mr Welch turns around. "A what?" Sam turns to face him.

"A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman. It's a ghost story." Sam laughs a little and makes a gesture with his hand.

"Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." He puts the keys back in his pocket and walks over to Mr Welch. "They're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana."

He keeps walking until he stops in front of Mr Welch. "All these are different woman, you understand, but all share the same story." Mr Welch shakes his head.

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." He turns away from Sam and starts walking away.

"See when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these woman, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children."

Mr Welch turns to Sam, recognizing the story. "Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking backroads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again."

"You think...you think that has something to do with Constance, you smart-ass." Mr Welch walks closer to Sam and I walk up next to Sam.

Sam keeps talking. "You tell me." Mr Welch shakes his head and I can tell he's truly heartbroken. "I mean— maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children.

He takes in an agonized breath, his voice breaking. "Now, you two get the hell out of here, and you don't come back." He walks away, sadness etched onto his face. Sam sighs and I smack his arm.

"Ow."

"Don't do that. If you knew he was unfaithful, why bug him about it? He's obviously still heartbroken."

Sam shakes his head. "I needed to know for sure." We start walking towards the car. "Whatever." As soon as we get in Sam starts driving.

I listen as Sam calls the police, telling them about a fake shooting. We wait about 10 minutes before he gets another call. He starts telling Dean about what we learned before Dean stops him.

"What's he saying?" Sam ignores me and keeps talking. I knew that they must've been talking about Dad. He left Jericho. All of a sudden there is a woman in the road.

Sam and I both scream and Sam stops the car. "Holy shit." I jump as the woman in the backseat says "Take me home." I shake my head and look at Sam. "No." The woman gets angry.

"Take me home." Sam shakes his head. "No." We both attempt to get out of the car, but the woman doesn't let us. She starts driving the car to her house.

As we stop, she turns the car off. Sam looks through the rear view mirror. "Don't do this." She flickers in and out from behind the car with a sad look on her face. "I can never go home."

I nod. "Sure you can. Please leave." Sam looks at her house then her expression. "You're scared to go home." As Sam looks back, my car door opens and I am thrown out of the car and into the air.

I scream and as soon as I hit the ground it all goes black. I wake up when I hear gunshots. I winced as I slowly got up and heard Dean yelling Sam's name.

As I begin to walk back I see Dean running into the house. He looks at me, still running inside. "Hey, you okay?" I nodded and ran inside with him.

"Sam!" We both ran to the car. "You okay?" Sam nodded. "I think. Lana?" I nodded. "Just, my head hurts." Dean opens the passenger door.

"Can you move?" He starts to help Sam out. "Yeah. Help me." We all turn to see the woman in white staring at us with a photo in her hand.

She drops the photo and pushes a dresser towards us. I quickly move out of the way and she stares at me. The lights begin to flicker as I stare back.

The woman in white turns around as water runs down her staircase. "Your kids have come to say hello." I point to the stairs.

She goes to the foot of the stairs, staring at the kids. "You've come home to us, Mommy." They join hands and appear behind her.

She screams as they hug her and drag her to hell. Sam and Dean push the dresser off of themselves and walk over to me. They look at the spot she was standing on. "So this is where she drowned her kids."

Sam nodded. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Dean nods. "You found her weak spot." He pats Sam's chest. "Nice work, Sammy."

Sam laughs and turns around as Dean walks to the car. "I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting casper in the face, you freak." Dean turns and points.

"Hey, saved your ass." He turns back around and examines the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam and I laugh as he shakes his head. We walk to the car and I get into the back seat.

I still had a headache so I just laid down and tried to relax. I ignored their whole conversation and my mind wandered to the boy from today.

I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about him. Maybe it's because I never really interacted with anyone other than Sam and Dean.

When we arrived at Sam's house, he got out and poked his head through Deans window. "You call me when you find him. Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Dean nods. "Yeah, alright."

He turns to me and ruffles my hair. "Sam!" I quickly fix my hair and push his hand away. "Later lala." I glared at him and he patted Deans door frame, walking away.

Dean stopped him, leaning closer to the window. "Sam." Sam turned around. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there." Sam smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah." I wave and Dean starts driving away.

Immediately Dean stops the car as we hear Sam screaming. We run into the house and I stare in shock and horror at Jess, on fire, on the ceiling.

Dean pulls me and Sam out as Sam screams for Jess. I sat inside the car as Sam loaded up our arsenal. Dean and Sam began talking but I wasn't listening. I kept thinking about what I saw.

I heard the trunk close and Sam and Dean got it. We started driving. We were staying together, we were going to find Dad.