Chapter 7: Woman in White Part 4

Sam and Jessica were immediately intrigued when the person at the front desk of the motel they chose asked if the Aframians were having a reunion. It was because another guy named Burt Aframian bought a room to last him a whole month and Dean sat a card down with the name Hector Aframian. Dean answered that it must be a coincidence while scanning the motel register, thinking it must be their dad John, and saw that the roster read room ten.

The person at the front desk must have been the manager because he did not go for it which is why Sam found himself picking the lock of room ten thinking no one was in there. Oh yeah and all three of them were still covered in stinking sludge that had currently dried on their skin so maybe that was another reason the possible manager did not go for it. Dean and Jessica were the lookout.

While Sam was in the middle of that Jessica tapped Dean's back and asked a question that was worrying her.

"How is the baby?"

Dean turned to her and looked down at his belly and put a hand on it before looking at her again. "It is fine, I think. I need to contact that doctor again that told me I was pregnant to make sure once this hunt is over."

"That sounds reasonable, but I wish we could now. Mind if I grab the first shower?"

"As long as you leave some hot water left," he responded before turning and complaining to his brother. "Geez Sammy. Could you go any slower?"

"I am out of practice Dean. I have not done this in quite a while."

Dean mutters something under his breath that neither Sam nor Jessica hears as Sam finally gets the door open. They rush inside with Sam coming in last closing the door behind them. Sam flips the light switch on and there standing in all his glory with a gun pointed at them stood John Winchester otherwise named Burt Aframian on his fake identification card. Once he sees who it is he takes a visible deep breath and puts the gun away in the waistband of his jeans.

"Hi boys," he said before giving them tight hugs not minding the mud that's on them to which they return just as tightly before turning his attention to Jessica. "And who is this lovely young lady?"

Sam puts his arm around Jessica's waist. "This is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica meet John, my dad."

She holds her hand out for him to shake and he shakes it. "Nice to meet you, John. Sam has told me so much about you."

"All good things I hope."

"He has but he left out a huge part about what his family does. I had to force it out of him and now I'm here apart of the ride."

John angrily turns to Sam. "You told her?! I told you time and time again we do what we do and shut up about it."

Dean, who was looking at all the newspaper clippings, notes that were in his father's handwriting, maps, and pictures scattered everywhere finally spoke up. "That's exactly what I said to him and now here we are."

"How are you Dean? The last time we saw each other I left you on bad terms. What happened on that last hunt?"

"Nothing happened," Dean lied as he took a bite of the half-eaten burger sitting on a table after smelling it, hungry from the long drive he endured. He chews it and gags before covering his mouth and runs to the bathroom to throw it up. "Jessica! Sam!"

"What Dean?" they say as they stand in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Whatever you do, neither of you tell him-"

"Tell me what?" John asked, now standing behind Sam and Jessica.

"Screw it! Jessica, tell him. Sam, I need your help."

"Sure. What can I do?"

"You can start by handing me a cup of water to rinse my mouth out, then you can-" He never got the answer out because more came up. Sam began to help him in any way he could by wetting a washcloth provided by the motel and placing it on his neck and anything else he could do until the nausea passed.

Jessica tapped John's arm and led him back into the room to tell him and told him to try not to be mad at him, but it did not work because as soon as his boys came out the bathroom John layed into Dean harshly regardless of how sick he looked.

"How could you let a fertility goddess get the drop on you?! I taught you better than that how to defend yourself. Tell me this, did you kill her?"

"No but I didn't mean for it to happen-"

"Well, that is just great. He didn't mean for it to happen," he said sweeping his arm out toward Dean's stomach as he said it. "You have to get rid of it. How are you going to take care of a baby when you cannot take care of yourself?"

Dean had taken a step back as if burnt and was about to speak but Sam beat him to the chase. "Get out! I will not let you talk to my brother like that. Until you realize you are getting a grandchild from this ordeal do not come back."

"This is my-"

"I. said. get. Out. I am not asking again."

"Gladly," he responded before going out the door slamming it making Dean jump.

"I'm going to take the first shower," Dean said after his father left with a crack in his voice as he pulled some clean clothes from his bag by the door and went to go back in the bathroom, but Jessica stopped him short.

"He will come around."

"No, he will not because he meant everything he said."

"Dean-"

"Let me be please."

"Jess, come on," he said pulling her away from the doorway of the bathroom hoping what he said next was true. "Dean, he will come around. Jess, we can take a shower together after he's done. Let him have some alone time."

"That would be a miracle if he did but it's not going to happen," Dean said while still holding his tears in waiting to get in the shower to shed them. "I want you both to read over everything that's piled in this room while I take a shower."

He starts to turn to go into the bathroom, but Sam stops him. "Hey, Dean?"

Dean stops and turns back around as Sam speaks up again. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

Dean holds his hand up as if to say stop. "No chick-flick moments."

Sam nods and begins to laugh. "All right. Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean said smirking as he went back into the bathroom where the smirk fell off.

After a while, the water to the shower can be heard turning off and a few minutes later Dean comes out looking like himself again, dressed, and clean. He puts his leather jacket on as he crosses the room to where Jessica stood and read over her shoulder.

"Figure out anything? What do you got?"

"Constance Welch, the woman in white, may have killed her children and herself because of her cheating husband," Jessica responded still reading a newspaper clipping she had in her hand. "We think that due to legend of a woman in white, the Centennial Highway victims were all men that cheated on someone one way or another and she took her vengeance out on them, but I could be wrong."

Dean turns to look at Sam after listening to Jessica. "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," Sam said.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure," Dean replies back as he moves closer to Sam in the room. "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," he stated tapping the photo of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive."

The picture pinned to the wall with the other Centennial highway victims also for some reason had Joseph Welch, Constance's husband dated all the way back to 1981 stating he was thirty years old at the time, so he probably is sixty-four today.

"All right. Why don't you two, uh, see if you can find an address. I'm starving, I'm going to grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You two want anything?"

"No," Sam says simply.

"Aframian's buying."

Sam still shakes his head no.

"Whatever you are having is fine with me," Jessica responded.