Start Date:- 11th August 2006
Disclaimer:- I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. Except Emma. She's my own creation.
AN:- Ok, so this is the start of my idea of the series. The episodes are pretty much the same, I've just added another charater. Emma, Dean's girlfriend. And we all know Dean is a bit of a player, so it was fun to write how Emma got through that. So here it is. My version of ther pilot. I hope you like.
The Winchester's… Plus One
Chapter One: Pilot
Two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, witness their mother's paranormal death as children and grow up trained to fight by a distraught father who wants nothing more then to hunt down the thing that killed his wife. Sam escapes to college to start a new, normal life, but gets pulled back in after Dean and his girlfriend Emma Grey, who also witnessed the death of the boy's mother at the young age, show up on his doorstep to tell him the boy's father is missing. Following clues from an eerie phone message from him, the group travel to a small town and encounter a vengeful spirit called the "Woman in White" who then starts to haunt Sam.
Its late night in Lawrence, Kansas, and a mother is walking into her youngest son rooms to say goodnight to him. With her she carries two more young children. One, her oldest son, the other, the young girl who lives next door and her oldest's best friend.
"Come one, let's say goodnight to your brother," she says as she drops both kids to the floor. The march up to the young kids crib, standing over him. his older brother, showing all the affection he has, leans down and kisses his little brother on the forehead.
"Good night Sam," he mutters to his little brother.
"Good night, love," his mother says, taking the boys place and kissing little Sam on the forehead. A new figure enters this pleasant scene, stopping in the doorframe.
"Hey Dean," the figure says to his oldest son.
"Daddy!" Little Dean happily exclaims, running to his father and jumping into his open arms. The young girl, not blood but still a part of this family scene, stays close to the mother with a happy smile on her face.
"Hey buddy! What do ya think?" the father asks the young boy in his arms. "You think Sammy's read to toss around a football yet?"
"No, daddy," the kid replies, laughing.
"No?" the father replies jokingly.
"You got them?" the mother asks, walking to her husband with the young girl at her side.
"I got them," he says as his wife walks from the room, leaving him alone with the three kids.
"Sweet dreams, Sam," the father calls lovingly as he turns off the light and leaves the room with the two older kids. And little Sam lies there, sleep ready to take him as he watches the mobile above his head, turning all by itself. But there's something not quite right in this room as the clock stops and the nightlight begins to flicker.
Across the hall, in little Sam's parent's room, the baby monitor is switched on and begins to admit static as a faint crying begins. Like any mother, Mary is woken by this sound and switches on the light at her bedside.
"John?" she whispers over her shoulder, expecting to find her husband beside her. But the bed is empty. Getting up, she walks across the hall to her youngest's room, investigating the cries. When she gets there, she can clearly see the figure of a man, back turned to her and standing over her sons crib.
"John, is he hungry?" she asks the man who can be no one but her husband. But he doesn't turning to face her.
"Shhh," he offers as a reply over his shoulder.
"Okay." And she leaves her baby with his father, heading back to her room. But a flickering light catches her eyes. Moving to stop the flicker, Mary notices something else as she taps the light. The television is still on downstairs. She can hear the sound of an old movie playing. Thinking that her husband has simply left the TV running, Mary starts down the stairs to switch it off. But when she gets there, what she sees is not just the TV, but her husband, asleep and snoring on his chair. But if he's down here, who's up there with her son?
Without hesitation, Mary races back upstairs towards her son's room, crying out his name.
"Sammy! Sammy!" But once she reaches her sons room, there's something new there. Something that causes her to scream involuntarily. A scream that wakes her husband upstairs. Fearing for his wife and his family, John jumps up and races towards the scream
"Mary? Mary! Mary!" he screams as he runs. Following the source of the scream, John runs into his youngest's room to find… nothing.
Still cautious and wanting to check on his son, John walks over to little Sammy's crib and looks down at him.
"Hey Sammy. Okay," he mutters soothingly to his youngest. Watching him, John notices something red drip onto the sheets beside Sam's head. Examining the substance, John sticks his finger in it, and the red continues to drip onto the back of his hand. Turning his head up to find what is causing the drip, John backs up in shock at what he sees.
His wife is there, on the ceiling. Pinned there, looking down at him. and he now knows the red substance is blood, dripping from a gash across her stomach.
"No! Mary!" John screams, not caring that he is probably waking the rest of the house. Before John can make any sort of movement, Mary suddenly bursts into flames, the fire starting from her and spreading across the ceiling. The sound of Sam's cries pulls John back as he picks him up, carrying him out of the room and into the hall where he is met by his oldest Dean and his young friend Emma Grey.
"Daddy!" The older boy cries out, seeing the flames behind his father. Thinking quickly, John hands the little boy in his arms to Dean.
"Take your brother and Emma outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!" Listening to his orders, Dean and Emma run downstairs and out of the house as John makes his way back to Sam's room and his wife.
"Mary! No!" he screams again, trying to get at his wife. But the whole room suddenly erupts in flames, tendrils of fire reaching out towards him as if stopping him from entering.
Outside of the house, Dean and Emma are now safely out of the front door, Sam still held tight in Dean's grip. Scared, both older kids look up at the fire now blazing in Sam's room.
"It's okay, Sam," Dean says reassuringly to his brother as they continue to watch the fire. Having failed in his attempts to save his wife, John runs from the house, ready to save the kids. He runs up behind them, picking them up and carrying on across the lawn.
"I gotcha," he calls to the kids, still running as the window explodes outwards.
Soon, the whole street is packed. Ambulance's and fire trucks pulls up, calling out comments as they try to fight the fire. Practically the entire street are out of their homes, watching the flames erupt higher as they stand in their pyjamas and dressing gowns. And the police are now here, trying to hold the crowd back.
And in the centre of all this, there are the four from the house, watching as the scene unfolds. John, sat against a police car as he holds his youngest son, the two older kids sat beside him. he watches, no emotion evident on his features, as he wonders what they will do next.
And here we are, 22 years later. We're at Stanford University and a pretty blonde girl steps into the room, dressed up for Halloween in a nurses outfit.
"Sam! Get a move on would ya?" She calls as she adds her earrings to the outfit. "We were supposed to be there like 15 minutes ago. Sam! Ya comin or what?"
And young Sam, now a grown man, pokes his head round the door, watching his girlfriend change.
"Do I have to?" he moans playfully as he steps into the room.
"Yes. It'll be fun." She turns and looks him up and down. He is standing in front of her in normal clothes. No Halloween outfit. "And where's your costume?"
"You know how I feel about Halloween," Sam scoffs at her in response. And those feelings aren't good ones.
Still, despite his feeling towards this holiday, Sam has allowed himself to be dragged to the Halloween party he is now present at. He sits at a table with Jess and a friend, attempting to have fun. He watches on as Jess raises her glass in a toast.
"So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory," she says proudly.
"All right, all right it's not that big a deal," Sam says, embarrassed but still glad to have people around who care to acknowledge his achievements.
"He acts all humble but he scored a 174," Jess announces. The friend mumbles through his shot glass before he puts it down.
"Is that good?" he asks.
"Scary good," Jess answers with a small laugh.
"See there you go," their friend announces matter-of-factly. "You are first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want."
"Actually I got an interview here… Monday," Sam tells him. "If it goes ok I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."
"Hey it's gonna go great," Jess said reassuringly.
"It better," Sam said, his feelings towards the outcome of this interview still a little shaky. This was, after all, the rest of his life.
"How does it feel to be the golden boy in your family?" his friends asks.
"Ah, they don't know," Sam answers honestly. Outside his circle of friends, there was only one person he had told. One person he had wanted to tell. And that was Emma. Despite everything which had happened in his family, she was still someone he tried his best to keep in contact with. His only contact to his family.
"Don't know?" his friend said, shocked. "I would be gloating! Why not?"
"Cause we're not exactly the Brady's," Sam answered with a laugh in his voice.
"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables," he replies, standing up. "More shots?" and he begins to walk away, nbot waiting for an answer.
"No, no," Sam calls after him in answer.
"No," Jess calls in time as her own answer before she turns back to her boyfriend.
"Seriously," she says to him. "I'm proud of you and your gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."
"What would I do without you?" Sam asks her, smiling.
"Crash and burn," Jess answers jokingly. And she laughs before her mouth is captured in a kiss by Sam.
After the party, Sam and Jess retreated back to his house, asleep almost instantly. Sam and Jess slept soundly, Sam woken suddenly only by a crash ion the other room. He lays there, eyes open and listening for a second before he moves. Hearing the floorboards creak, he walked slowly into the other room. Stopping in the doorway, he watched as the shadow of a man crossed across into another room reaching the doorway before the shadow, Sam grabs him as he enters the room.
Pulling out the moves his father had taught him when he was young, Sam fights against the intruder. But whoever this intruder is, he knows the same moves. And soon enough, Sam is pinned to the floor, this guy on top of him. And as a streak of light washes across his face, Sam suddenly recognises him.
"Whoa, easy, tiger," his older brother laughed out slightly from on top of him.
"Dean?" Sam exclaims, shocked to see his brother. But Dean simply laughs as Sam breathes heavily from the fight.
"You scared the crap out of me," Sam finished.
"That's cause you're out of practice," Dean answered cockily. Proving his brother wrong, Sam pulls off one finally move, flipping his brother over and pinning himself on top of him. Again, Dean simply laughs his trademark laugh.
"Or not…Get off me," he said, pushing gently against his little brother. The both get up, Dean brushing himself off.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked finally.
"Well I was looking for a beer," Dean answered in all honesty.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam repeated.
"Okay, all right, we gotta talk," Dean said.
"Uh, the phone?"
"If I'd have called, would you have picked up?" But before Sam can answer, the light flicks on and both men turn their heads to find Jess standing in front of them, wearing typical night time clothes.
"Sam?" she questioned, looking at the new guy in their living room.
"Jess, hey," Sam said nervously. "Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica."
"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asked, Sam having told her all about his brother.
Smiling cheekily, Dean stepped forward, acknowledging the Smurfs nightshirt Jessica was wearing.
"I love the Smurfs. You know I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league." And here comes the typical Dean charm techniques, Sam thought.
"Just let me put something on," Jess said, smiling somewhat nervously.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it… Seriously," Dean replied with another cheeky smile.
"So, Dean, how's Emma?" Sam asked, knowing the answer but merely trying to pull Dean's attention away from his girlfriend. "You know, your girlfriend?" And why Emma stayed with him, he would never know. Not when Dean acted like her did.
"She's outside. You wanna ask her yourself?" Dean answered cockily before turning his attention back to Jess.
"Anyway," he began. "I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you."
"No. No," Sam said defensively, walking to Jess and putting an arm round her. "Whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her."
"Okay. Um… dad hasn't been home in a few days," Dean said, trying to get round what he really wanted to say.
"So he's working over-time on a "Miller Time" shift; he'll stumble back in sooner or later."
"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean corrected. And that got Sam's attention.
"Jess, excuse us," he said. "We have to go outside."
So the two brothers walked down the stairs, finally able to discuss what Dean had truly came to say.
"I mean come on," Sam said. "You can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."
"You're not hearing me Sammy," Dean said. "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."
"Not for this long. Now you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asked.
"I'm not," Sam answered simply.
"Why not?" Dean asked, never one to take no for an answer.
"I swore I was done hunting for good."
"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad," Dean said as he carried on down the stairs, Sam following him closely.
"Yeah? When I told dad when I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45."
"Well what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked, honestly thinking what Sam had said was the right thing to do in that situation.
"I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark.' "
"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean said, stopping at the door out. "What 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."
"Save a lot of people doing it, too."
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Without answering, Dean stalked outside, Sam again following. Sam followed him to Dean's car where Emma was, leaning against the hood. Hearing the sound of the brothers voices, she turned to watch them.
"The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets?" Sam said, continuing with his ranting. "Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"
"No. Not normal. Safe," Sam answered before turning his attention to Emma, a wide smile now on his face.
"Hi Em," he said in greeting.
"Hey Sammy," Emma replied as she wrapped her arms round Sam. Dean stared at the two as they hugged, always expecting Sam's response to Emma to be better than the one he would get.
"So that's why you ran away?" Dean scoffed, pulling Sam's attention back to him as he broke away from Emma.
"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 if he's not dead already, I can feel it. We can't do this alone," Dean said, although that was a total lie. And Sam knew that.
"Yes you can," he answered.
"Yeah. Well, we don't want to," Emma said, not giving Dean the chance to say anything stupid. Sam stared at them both for a minute before he sighed.
"What was he hunting?" he asked, giving in.
Answering Sam's question, Dean now had the trunk of his car open, propping up the lid of the extra compartment as he searched past all the guns, knives and other weapons for what he was looking for. Sam and Emma stood beside the car, Emma's arm round Sam and his round her.
"All right, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean muttered to himself, still searching.
"So when dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked.
"We were working our own gig," Dean answered. "This voodoo thing down in New Orleans."
"Dad let you two go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam said, this being the first he had heard.
"I'm 26, dude," Dean said, almost offended. Finding what he was looking for, Dean pulled a bunch of papers out of the book he now had in his hands.
"All right, here we go. So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy…." Showing Sam, he pulled out one of the newspaper clippings and handed it to him.
"They found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A."
"So maybe he was kidnapped," Sam said, always the one to think of the logical option.
"Yeah well, here's another one in April," Emma added as Dean kept handing different articles to Sam to prove her point. "Another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road."
"It started happening more and more so dad went to go dig around," Dean finished off. "That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Rummaging around in the trunk again, Dean pulled out a tape recorder.
"Then I get this voicemail yesterday." Hitting play, Dean played the copy of his voicemail and their fathers voice came through the static.
"Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on." More static came through again, drowning out the voice until the last sentence.
"Be very careful Dean, we're all in danger." And Dean shut off the recorder.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam stated.
"Not bad, Sammy," Emma said, smiling up at him. "Kind of like riding a bike isn't it?" Sam simply glared playfully at her.
"All right. I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave took out the hiss, and this is what I got." He played the recording again, but what came out this time was different. This was a women's voice whispering one sentence.
"I can never go home."
"Never go home," Sam repeated, questioning it himself. Dean threw the recorder back into the trunk and shut it, leaning against it. Emma pulled herself away from Sam and moved to sit beside him.
"You know in almost two years we've never bothered you," Dean stated. "Never asked you for a thing."
"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here," he said as he started to walk back to his apartment.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked to his retreating brother.
"I have this… I have an interview," Sam stuttered out.
"What, a job interview? Skip it." Emma smiled at Dean's response. She knew what was so important about Monday. Sam had told her in one of their phone calls. Emma had never told Dean though. Dean knew she still kept in touch with Sam, he just didn't know how often.
"It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean said, questioning him.
"So we got a deal or not?" Sam said as a finally statement.
After getting a yes on his offer of a deal from Dean, one which Emma had a great influence on, Sam had gone back into the apartment to pack, telling Jess he was going to find his father. He just packed the essentials. Clean clothes, clean underwear, sharp implements. While he was packing, Jess walked into his room, knowing but still not totally sure on why Sam was leaving on such short notice.
"Wait you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"
"Yeah, you know, just a little family drama," Sam said, not totally lying.
"But your brother said he was on some kind of a hunting trip."
"Aw yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin and he's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just gonna go bring him back." This time he was lying.
"What about the interview?" Jess asked.
"I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple of days," Sam said as he walked out of the room.
Back outside, Dean leant against his car, waiting for his little brother. He sighed deeply. His brother was coming back on the hunt with him, but this wasn't a permanent fixture. He would be gone by Monday. Back to his normal life while Dean and Emma went back on the hunt. It made him wonder if Sam really wanted to come. Did he really care or was he just coming to shut Dean up.
Sitting there in his thoughts, Dean was pulled out as he felt comforting arms wrap around his shoulder and Emma soft breath as she leant against his shoulder.
"He's coming, isn't he?" She said comfortingly as if reading his mind. "At least that's something." She leant up and kissed him softly on top of his head before continuing.
"He does care and he is helping."
Dean turned himself to face her, holding her round the waist so that she was now leant against the car and he was stood in front of her.
"What would I do without you, my level-headed girl?" Dean asked her, smiling sweetly her way.
"Crash and burn," Emma joked with a wide smile. Dean smiled back, wiping hers off her lips as he leant in and kissed her passionately.
Sam, now begrudgingly packed and ready to leave, began making his way towards the door of his apartment. He stopped as he heard his girlfriends footsteps behind him, and turned to face her when she spoke.
"Sam, I mean, please, just stop for a second," she stammered out. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," he answered. And again with the lies. He wasn't fine. He didn't want to be leaving. But he did have to find his dad. He wouldn't say it, and neither would Dean and Emma, but they were all really worried about what might have happened to him this time.
"It's just… you won't even talk about your family and now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them? And with Monday coming up which is kind of a huge deal."
"Hey, everything's gonna be okay," Sam said, moving forward to reassure her. "I will be back in time-I promise." He kissed her one final time before walking out of the apartment.
"At least tell me where you're going," Jess called after his retreating back.
Jericho, California. That was where the three were going. But right now, driving down a road, there was a guy talking on his cell phone.
"Amy I can't come over tonight," he said into the phone, waiting for her response. "Because I got work in the morning, that's why. Okay, I miss it, my dad's gonna have my ass."
As he carried on driving, the stereo began to give in, only picking up static. He tried to adjust the station but got nothing. He looked back up to the road and noticed a woman in white standing at the side of the road.
"Hey… uh… Amy, let me call you back." And he put the phone down without waiting for an answer. He pulled up along side the woman.
"Car trouble or something?" he said. Oh, how cheesy!
"Take me home," the woman said, turning to look at him.
"Sure, get in." and the woman obliged. She stepped into the car and closed the door. But for anyone pulling up behind the car, it would seem like the guy is alone. Her figure can not be seen. The passenger side door swings closed, although no one reached out to close it. At least, that's what it looks like.
But the young guy can most definitely see the woman. And right now, as he watched her, he most definitely seems more interested in her chest area!
"So, where do you live?" he asked with a gulp.
"At the end of Breckenridge Road," the woman answered breezily.
"You coming from a Halloween party or something?" the boy said, trying to make light conversation. But he got nothing from the woman. "You know um, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here."
His eyes were drawn downwards as the woman beside him flirtily pulled up her skirt, showing more leg. She held her attention on him as he watched her. Realising what he is doing, the boy pulled his attention to the window, staring out at anything on the other side of the glass.
"I'm with you," the woman said simply. Trying to pull his attention back to her, the woman reached over and grabbed him by the chin, turning his head to her.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked as if the answer was obvious.
"Uh-huh," the boy answered nervously.
"Will you come home with me?" she asked.
"Um… hell yeah," the boy replied eagerly, kicking the car quickly into gear and peeling put towards her house.
The boy pulled up a few minutes later at the end of Breckenridge Road. And there in front of him is an old boarded up house.
"Come on, you don't live here," the boy said.
"I can never go home," the woman said, ignoring him.
"What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" he turned to face her, but she was gone. He stepped out of the car, looking round for her.
"That was good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" he called out, trying to keep his pride intact the best he can. He walked up to the front door of the house, peering round.
"Hello? Hello?" he called into the house. In reply, around half a dozen bats fly from the house, straight at the boy. He screams and runs back to his car, jumping in and quickly knocking it into reverse. Breathing deeply, he turns the car round and begins driving away. But as he drives, his eyes are pulled to his rear-view mirror. And there, he sees the woman in white sitting in the back seat of his car. He screams again, slamming the brakes down quickly. The carts swerves and crashes through a 'Road Closed' sign. The boy continues to scream as the car stops on a bridge, shaking almost violently. The screaming ends as the windshield and windows of the car are splattered with the boy's blood.
Next morning and the trio have finally arrived at Jericho. The car is parked outside of a gas station, Sam and Emma inside. Sam is flipping through a box of Dean's cassettes, his distaste growing with each he looks at.
Dean finally walks out of the gas station and to the car, waving breakfast bars and juice at the two.
"Hey, you want breakfast?" he called to them. In answer, Emma holds her hand out of the back window. Dean throws a bar across to her, which she catches and pulls her arm back in.
"No thanks," Sam answers. "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 replies in answer. "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 asks as Dean climbs back into the car.
"Uh…Bert Aframian, his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right. I swear man; you gotta update your cassette-tape collection."
"Well for one they are cassette tapes, and two—" He pulls out a tape. "Black Sabbath?" He pulls out another tape. "Motorhead?" A third tape comes out of the box, which Dean grabs a hold of. "Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
Dean popped the cassette into the player while Emma leans forward from the backseat, leaning against the back of Sam's chair.
"You gotta learn the house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. I learnt that."
"You know Sammy is a chubby 12 year old," Sam tells the both of them. "It's Sam, okay?"
"I'm sorry, we can't hear you," Dean replied. "The music's too loud." Emma laughed as they pulled out of the gas station, her and Dean tapping their hands to the beat of the music.
So they carried on driving. And while they drove, Sam did what both Dean and Emma had already done. Rang around every hospital, morgue and police station he could think of. Emma had repeatedly told him it was useless, that they had already tried, but he wouldn't listen.
"All right," Sam said hung up on his mobile. "So there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess."
They carried on driving for about another two seconds before they came to their first sign of anything weird or tragic. It was the bridge from last night's accident, although the trio didn't know this. All they saw were the police cars and they knew something was up. Spider sense you could say.
"Check it out," Dean said as he drove closer. He pulled the car to a stop and Emma reached into the front, leaning over Sam and into the glove compartment. She pulled out a box which she opened to reveal a large amount of fake ID's. Searching through them, she finally pulled three out, chucking one to each of the boys with a wide grin on her face.
"Let's go," she said, jumping out of the car. Sam and Dean followed her, Sam a little reluctantly. They walked up to the police officers out on the scene, acting like they belonged there.
"Did you guys find anything?" One officer called over the bridge to two police below who were climbing from the river.
"No, nothing!" Was the reply he received.
"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints," the officer with his head inside the car was telling him. "Spotless, it's almost too clean."
"So this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter isn't he?" the other officer asked.
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't ya?" Dean said, striding confidently up to them with Emma at his side and Sam a couple of paces behind.
"Who are you?" the first officer asked, turning to them. In response, both Dean and Emma flipped open their fake idea's to reveal Us Marshall badges.
"Federal Marshals," Dean answered.
"You guys are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" the police officer stated.
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you," Emma said, joining in the charade. "You did have another one just like this correct?"
"Yeah, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that," the officer answered to their questions.
"So this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked. the police officer nodded.
"In a town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Any connections between the victims besides that they're all men?" Dean asked as he began to circle the boys car.
"No, not so far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" Emma asked as her and Sam followed Dean to the back of the car.
"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys," Dean said cheekily. At his comment, Sam stomped heavily down on Dean's foot, telling him to shut up. Hearing Dean grunt slightly caused Emma to have to hold back her giggles.
"Thank you for your time," Sam said, looking round at the police officers. "Gentlemen." He starting walking, Dean and Emma following. Once they were out if hearing distance and the police officer had stopped watching them and gone back to their work, Dean walked a little faster, smacking Sam across the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Sam exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean said.
"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam retaliated.
"Come on," Dean said, coming to a stop and forcing Sam and Emma to do the same in front of him. "They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean if we're gonna find dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
Stopping Dean before he went any further, Emma cleared her throat and nodded her head towards the back of Dean. Dean and Sam turn their attention in the direction she was nodding to see a sheriff and two important looking investigators stood behind them.
"Can I help you three?" the sheriff asked.
"No sir, we were just leaving," Dean said, watching as the two investigators past him.
"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully," he said, acknowledging them. Emma shook her head slightly at him in disbelief as she, Sam and Dean continued back to the car, the sheriff watching them all the time.
Going into town to investigate themselves, the first thing Sam, Dean and Emma came across was a young girl, hanging up missing person's posters outside the town theatre.
"I'll bet you that's her," Dean said, referring to the Amy the police officers had mentioned.
"Yeah," Sam said in agreement and the three of them walked up to her.
"You must be Amy," Dean said kindly to the girl.
"Yeah," she answered, clearly upset.
"Troy told us about you, we're his aunt and uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy," To which Sam glared at his brother. "And Emma."
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said, a little cautious around them.
"Well that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much; we're up in Modesto.
"So we're looking for him too," Sam butt in, pushing his way in front of Dean. "And we're kind of asking around." At that moment, a second young girl came up to them, the same posters in her hand.
"Hey, are you okay?" the girl asked Amy, her eyes flicking suspiciously to Sam, Dean and Emma.
"Yeah," Amy answered, again with little emotion in her voice to persuade her friend, or anyone else, that she was speaking the truth.
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked, trying to earn both girls trust. Amy nodded and they walked off, leaving the missing person's posters of Troy to hopefully do their work.
Going somewhere more comfortably so they could talk, then three of them ended up in a restaurant not far away, picking a booth that was out of the way from everyone else.
"I was on the phone with Troy," Amy said, telling them about the last time she had spoke to her boyfriend. "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?" Sam asked, trying to make the question sound normal.
"No, nothing I can remember," Amy answered. During their conversation, Emma's attention had been drawn to the necklace round Amy neck. It was a pentagram hanging on a thick black thread.
"I like your necklace," Emma said, nodding towards it. Smiling at the memories it brought, Amy pulled the necklace from her shirt so she could see it more clearly.
"Troy gave it to me," she said, the memories she had been thinking of coming clear. "Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."
"Actually, it means just the opposite," Emma began. "A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful." Realising just what she had made herself sound like, Emma added quickly. "I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
"Okay, thank you 'Unsolved Mysteries'," Dean said sarcastically, pushing himself forward on the table. Emma glared at him, leaning back and letting him carry on if he thought he could do any better. "Here's the deal ladies—the way Troy disappeared—something's not right. So if you've heard anything.…" At this Amy and her friend exchanged a glance that told the trio there was something they weren't telling.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Well, it's just…with all these guys going missing, people talk," Amy's friend said.
"What do they talk about?" Sam, Dean and Emma said in unison.
"It's kind of this local legend," the girl began. "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."
Hearing the story, Sam, Dean and Emma exchanged a glance. Local legends? Their speciality.
Looking for any information on this local legend, the three found themselves at the local library and on the computers. Dean had positioned himself in front of the computer screen and had logged onto the Jericho Herald web page. And he was getting nothing. In the search bar, he typed in 'Female Murder Hitchhiking,' which then flashed up with no results found. He then changed it to 'Female Murder Centennial Highway', and again the screen flashed with no results found. Seeing that Dean wasn't getting them anywhere fast, Emma reached out for the mouse to take over
"Let me try," she said. Not letting her take over, Dean smacked her hand lightly away.
"I got it," he said. But he didn't. Sighing annoyingly, Emma pushed Dean's rolling chair away and took his place in front of the screen, earning a laugh from Sam as Dean rolled off.
"Hey," he said as he rolled himself back over."You're such a control freak." Emma ignored him and put all her attention on the computer screen.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered.
"Maybe it's not murder," she said as she deleted Dean's typed phrase and replaced it with 'Female Suicide Centennial Highway'. This brought up one result, which Emma opened.
"This was 1981," she told the boys, reading from the article. "Constance Welch, 24 years old; Jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Emma answered.
"What?" Dean urged her one.
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."
"Hmm," Dean said as she continued to read on.
" 'Our baby's were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch." Scrolling down, Emma came to a picture of more police officers at the bridge where they had been earlier today, carrying away Constance in a body bag.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean stated to the two beside him.
Later that night, Sam, Dean and Emma pulled up to that familiar bridge, nosing around for anything that might help with their investigation.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean said as the three of them peered over the edge of the bridge.
"So you think dad would have been here?" Sam asked.
"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean replied, not technically answering because he didn't know.
"Okay so now what?" Emma asked as the three walked away from the edge.
"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while," Dean answered, knowing what would come next. And it came.
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by—"
"Monday. Right, the interview." Dean finished.
"Yeah," Sam said in response.
"Yeah, I forgot," Dean lied, blocking out his emotional side as usual. "You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe. Why not?" Sam said.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
"No and she's not ever going to know."
"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."
Turning his back on Sam, Dean carried on walking down the bridge. Sam followed closely behind. And Emma followed closely behind him, watching all this unfold. She could see that any time soon this was escalate, as it always did between these two.
"Who is that?" Sam asked to Dean's previous statement.
"One of us," Dean said, and Emma hoped he was not bringing her into this.
"No, I'm not like you guys. This is not going to be my life."
"Well you've got a responsibility."
"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back."
And the escalation came as Dean grabbed Sam by the shirt, pushing him back against the rails. Emma quickly followed after them, playing her usual role of mediator.
"Guys!" she called at them as they stopped. "Dean, let him go!" But Dean didn't. He kept Sam pressed menacingly against the rails.
"Don't talk about her like that," he said before he let him go. Emma sighed and turned her back on the boys, getting just a little bit sick of their arguments. As she turned, Emma's eyes found a woman in white on the bridge, standing up on the edge.
"Boys," Emma said, trying to get their attention. Both turned at the sound of her voice and saw what she was seeing. The woman looked towards them before she let go of the railing she was holding onto, falling into the water below. As an immediate reaction, Sam, Dean and Emma all rushed forward to the place where she had dropped. Looking over, they found no sign of the girl or no movement in the water saying that someone had plummeted below the surface.
"Where'd she go?" Emma asked the boys beside her.
"I don't know," Sam answered. Behind them, the three suddenly heard the sound of Dean's car starting up and turned to follow it.
"What the—" Dean began at seeing his precious car start up without him behind the wheel.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked. As an answer, Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. No one.
As they stood and watched, the car, without a driver, headed down the bridge right for them. Seeing no other option, Sam, Dean and Emma quickly turned on their heels and began to run in the opposite direction.
"Come on guys. Let's go! Go!" Sam called to them as they continued to run. But no matter how fast they ran, the car was quickly catching up to them. Taking the only route left, the trio turned direction and ran towards the edge, jumping over and plummeting towards the water.
As they had jumped over the railing and down into the water, Sam and Emma had managed to grab hold of the railings before they fell further. Dean, on the other hand, hadn't and was no where to be seen.
Sam and Emma struggled to pull themselves back onto the bridge, Sam reaching up first. One in a safe position, he reached down and help to pull Emma up.
"Thanks," she said as she pulled herself into a safe position beside him before looking over the edge for Dean.
"Dean! Dean!" she called over the edge. And there he was, crawling out of the water below, covered in mud from head to toe.
"What?" he called up.
"Hey, are you all right?" Emma called down to him.
"I'm super," he answered, his voice full of sarcasm. Seeing that he was alright, Sam and Emma now had no option but to laugh.
A few minutes later, Dean had climbed back onto the bridge, Sam and Emma watching and still laughing. And the first thing he had done was check his car, popping the hood up.
"Car all right?" Emma asked as Dean dropped the hood down and sat on it.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick—What a bitch!" he called into the night air.
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam said as he and Emma sat either side of Dean.
"So where's the trail go from here, genius?" he asked, to which Dean simply shrugged.
"You smell like a toilet," Emma added with a laugh after a minute of sitting that close to him. Glaring at her, Dean reached his arm out to hug her. Emma scooted away from his grip, sliding unintentionally off the edge of the car. She stood up, trying to hide her slip. But Sam had Dean had noticed and were now sat smiling at her cheekily.
A short time later and the three were checking into a motel, Dean eager to get a shower, and Sam and Emma eager to get rid of the smell. Dean threw his credit card down onto the desk, smiling widely at the man while Emma did the same from behind the boys.
"One room please," Dean said, his smile staying in place. The three watched as the guy inspected the credit card, looking up at the after a minute.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" he said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"That other guy, Bert Aframian," he told them. "He came in and bought out a room for the whole month."
Dean looked back at Sam, a somewhat smug look on his face. Their dad had been following the same lead.
Once they had managed to get out of the man behind the desk exactly what room 'Bert Aframian' was staying in, the three stood outside it while Sam picked the lock. Once it was open, Sam walked in while Dean and Emma stayed outside, oblivious to the fact that the door was open. Without saying a word, Sam simply grabbed the both by the collar and pulled them into the room, closing the door behind them. What they saw inside told them that the boys father had definitely been there at some point.
The room was a mess. The bed was unmade and the walls were covered in pictures and newspaper articles and God knows what else. An array of weapons and other sorts of strange objects were lain out on a table. A table which was surrounded by a circle of salt, a spirit deterrent.
"Whoa," Sam offered up as the three took different directions into the room. Sam made his wait over to the protected table, Emma wandering around the room looking at the articles in the walls and Dean making his way over to the table beside the bed. He switch the lamp on and picked up the half-eaten burger that was underneath, sniffing it. He drew it quickly away from his nose, the smell telling Dean just what he needed to know.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least," he told the other two, putting the burger down. Sam knelt on the floor, examining the circle round the table.
"Salt, cats-eye shells," he said, standing straight. "He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." as he stood, he noticed Emma now stood still and inspecting an article on the wall.
"What do you got here?" he asked her.
"Centennial Highway victims," she answered, motioning towards the pictures. "I don't get it. I mean different men. Different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
Sam walked over to the other side of the room, examining other articles and cutting on the wall. He past a number of different mystic and occult articles, but none caught his eyes. But something did.
He stopped, his gaze falling on a cutting named 'Woman in White'. Turning the light on beside it, the article underneath caught his attention as well. It was the same article they had found on the internet. He laughed slightly to himself.
"Dad figured it out," he said simply to the other two.
"What do you mean?" Emma asked, turning to see what he had found.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white." Dean turned back round, looking at the pictures which Emma had first stopped on.
"You sly dogs," he said, referring to the men in the pictures. "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 offered up.
"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," He said, noticing the small picture of Constance's distraught husband on the day they found her body. "If he's still alive."
"All right, why don't you guys see if you can find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up," Dean said, turning to head towards the bathroom.
"Hey Dean--What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry." Not on for these kinds of moments, Dean raised a hand to cut his baby brother off.
"No chick flick moments."
"All right, jerk," Sam answered with a smile.
"Bitch," Dean replied as he walked into the bathroom. Sam and Emma laughed as he left, Emma moving over to lie on the nearest bed.
"Oh how I've missed this from you two," she said, knowing that she really meant it.
Smiling still, Sam moved over to the dresser, something on the mirror catching his eye. It was a photo from when they were young. The three of them, Sam, Dean and Emma, with the boy's father. Just like a typical family photo, the four of them smiling widely.
"Yeah, me too," Sam said, smiling wider as he picked up the photo.
The three had now managed to settle into the motel room. Emma was still lay across one of the beds, staring up at the ceiling. Sam was sat on the end of her bed, his phone out and checking his voicemails while Dean still had produced himself from the bathroom.
"Hey, it's me. It's about 10:20…." Came Jess' voice over Sam's voicemail on the phone. Now fully clothed and clean, Dean walked out of the bathroom finally.
"Hey man, I'm starving," Dean announced. "I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street."
"Me too," Emma said, jumping off the bed and grabbing her jacket. "I'll come with."
"You want anything?" Dean asked his brother.
"No," Sam answered.
"Aframian's buying," Dean said with a smile as him and Emma left the room. They began their walk over to the car, both pulling on their jackets. Searching round, mainly out of habit, Dean noticed two cops talking to the man who had checked them in. he didn't know what they were saying, but the check-in guy pointing towards them gave him a clue as to what it was about. Grabbing Emma's arm and turning their backs on the approaching cops, Dean pulled out his cell phone and dialled Sam's number.
While all this was happening outside, Sam was inside the motel room still listening to Jessica's message.
"So come home soon, okay? I love you." And as the message came to an end, Sam's phone beeped to signal an incoming call. He clicked over to other line, knowing it would be his brother or Emma.
"What?" he said into the phone.
"Dude, five-o take off," Dean's voice spoke over the line, and Sam knew exactly what he meant.
"What about you guys?" he asked, standing off the bed.
"Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find dad." And with that, he hung up.
Dean clicked the phone down just in time as he and Emma turned to face the two police officers that were stood in front of them.
"Problem officers," Dean asked innocently.
"Where's your partner?" pone of the officers asked, getting straight to the point.
"Partner? What—What partner?" Dean asked, still with the innocent act and hoping Sam had took his advice as the officer signalled for his partner to check the motel room.
Inside the motel room, Sam watched the scene unfold. He watched the signal the officer gave and saw the other head towards his motel room. Taking Dean's advice, Sam quickly made his escape out the back.
Back outside the motel and the officer was still interrogating Dean and Emma.
"So. Fake US Marshal, fake credit cards," The officer said. "You guys got anything that's real?"
"My boobs," both said in unison. Wrong move. Seconds later and they found themselves handcuffed and shoved against the police car.
"You two have the right to remain silent," the officer began, reading them their rights as they had heard so many times.
After the little encounter outside of the motel, Dean and Emma now found themselves sat in an interrogation room in the police station.
"So you want to give us your real names?" an officer asked as he entered the room.
"We told you, it's Nugent," Dean answered. "Ted and Beth Nugent."
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."
"We talking like misdemeanour kind of trouble? Or uh… 'squeal like a pig' kind of trouble?" Dean said, both him and Emma having been in this situation time and time before.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You are officially suspects."
"That makes sense," Emma said. "Cause when the first one went missing in '82, we were three."
"I know you got partners; one of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me… Dean," the officer said, reaching into the box beside him. "Is this his?"
And he slammed their dads journal down on the table. John Winchester's entire demon hunting life. he never left town without it. Yet here it was, in front of them.
"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy. But I found this, too," the officer, who had been flipping through the pages as he spoke, finally landed on a page, turning the book to Dean and Emma. On the page, written in a circle, were two simple things. 'Dean 35-111'. Co-ordinates.
"Now, you're staying right here till one of you tells me exactly what the hell that means," the police officer said. Neither Dean nor Emma answered him. They just sat there, continuing to stare at the journal.
While Dean and Emma were being interrogated by the police, Sam had found the address for Constance's husband and had made his way there. He knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened. When it was, an older version of Constance's husband, Joseph Welch, was stood there.
"Hi uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
A few minutes later and Sam had got Joseph Welch talking, walking through his yard. Sam was showing him the picture he had found on the dresser, getting him to identify his father.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him," Joseph said, handing the photo back. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."
"That's right. We're working on a story together," Sam said, glad his father had used the reporter disguise.
"Well I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on. The questions he asked me."
"About your late wife Constance?"
"He asked me where she was buried."
"And where is that again?" Sam asked, getting a hard stare from Joseph
"What, I got to go through these twice?"
"It's fact checking," Sam said quickly, trying to get the information. "If you don't mind."
"In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge."
"Why did you move?"
"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."
"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"
"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."
"So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked. and for a second, Joseph Welch hesitated.
"Definitely," he said finally.
"Well that should do it. Thanks for your time," Sam said as he began to walk back to the car. But before he climbed in and drove away, Sam turned around, another option in mind.
"Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" Sam asked to the mans retreating back.
"A what?" Joseph Welch asked as he turned around.
"A woman in white, or sometimes a weeping woman," Sam began. "It's a ghost story. Well it's more of a phenomenon really. Um, they're spirits. They've been sited for hundreds of years. Dozens of places; in Hawaii and Mexico. Lately in Arizona and Indiana. All these are different women, you understand. But all share the same story."
"Boy I don't care much for nonsense.," Joseph said after listening to his story.
"You see, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed. Walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again."
"You think--You think that has something to do with Constance? You smartass," Joseph said, advancing on Sam.
"You tell me."
"I mean maybe—maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance would never would have killed her own children. Now you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back." And Joseph Welch turned and went back to his house. And Sam had no option but to leave.
Back at the police station, Dean and Emma were still getting an interrogation of their own. The officer had repeatedly asked both of them about the number written on the page of the journal.
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high-school locker combo," Dean had said in answer.
"Are we gonna do this all night long?" the officer asked, pacing round them. Just as Dean was about to answer, with a sarcastic comment knowing him, another police officer poked his head into the office.
"We just got a 911," he informed the other officer. "Shots fired over at Whiteford Road."
"Do you guys have to go to the bathroom?" the officer asked to Dean and Emma.
"No," both replied in unison.
"Good." And with that he had handcuffed Dean and Emma together, weaving the cuffs into the table to keep them locked down. He walked out and both captives sighed heavily. And that was when Dean noticed the paper clip sticking from his father's journal. Perfect. He pulled it out and began picking the lock on the handcuffs connecting him and Emma to the table
"Why, whenever I'm with you, do we always end up in jail?" Emma asked once the officer was well out of earshot.
"Not always," Dean replied, his attention more on the handcuffs. "Anyway, that time in Dallas was a mistake."
"Yeah, but we still ended up in jail," Emma snipped.
"Oh, quit whining. You know you have fun with me," Dean said, to which Emma laughed softly. A few minutes later, Dean managed to remove them from the table and they escaped from the station, the officer to busy with the report from Whiteford Road. So they made their way out through the fire escape, the journal in hand.
Having left Joseph's Welch's quite some time ago with his mind clear on what they were up against, Sam drove down the lane connecting to Breckenridge Road when he mobile rang. He answered it and heard Emma's voice on the other end before he could say hello.
"Fake 911 phone call Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal," her voice echoed from the phone.
"You're welcome," Sam answered.
"Listen, we gotta talk."
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop."
"Sammy would you shut up for a second," Emma said, trying to cut him off. But Sam kept on talking.
"I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."
"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you," Emma said, finally shutting him up. "He's gone. Your dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?"
"We've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that."
"Yeah, well he did this time," Emma said in answer.
"What's it say?" Sam asked.
"Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates. Where to?"
"We're not sure yet," Emma answered.
"I don't understand, I mean what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Emma, what the hell is going on?" Not giving Emma the chance to answer, Sam dropped his cell phone as he called out. "Whoa!"
In front of him, in the middle of the road, was a young woman. Sam slammed the breaks on in his car to avoid her.
"Sam? Sam!" Emma continued to call into the phone, concern for Sam evident in her voice.
"What happened?" Dean asked, his voice also leaking with worry.
"I don't know, but it didn't sound good." And Emma quickly slammed down the phone, knowing Sam's destination and heading there as fast as they could.
Sam sat in the front seat of his car, breathing heavily. The woman he had almost hit had disappeared… and reappeared in the backseat of the car.
"Take me home," Constance's voice echoed eerily from the backseat. At hearing the voice, Sam jerked his head to look into the backseat through the rearview mirror.
"Take me home," Constance repeated when Sam didn't answer.
"No," Sam replied in answer this time. But Constance wasn't one to take no for an answer. Suddenly, the car door slammed locked and no matter how hard Sam tried to open them, they didn't budge.
While he had been trying to unlock the door, Constance had decided she would drive herself home. Without any pressure on the pedals, the car shifted into gear and began to drive off. Sam tried to control the steering wheel, but when nothing he did moved the car the way he wanted he gave up, going back to trying to unlock the doors.
The car slowly pulled to a stop at the end of Breckenridge Road, keeping the doors locked solid.
"Don't do this," Sam said when he realized where they were.
"I can never go home," Constance droned out from the backseat, her eyes fixated on the house.
"You're scared to go home," Sam said, suddenly realizing that maybe she did have a weakness. He turned to speak face to face, but she was no longer in the backseat. And as Sam shifted his gaze back to the front of the car, he noticed her sitting next to him, in the passenger. Before Sam can make a move or say a word, she jumped across the seat and pushed him back, her on top of him, holding herself against him.
"Hold me. I'm so cold," Constance said, pushing herself closer to Sam.
"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been," Sam said, struggling underneath her.
"You will be," Constance whispered into his ear before pulling herself up on top of him. "Just hold me."
And she kissed him. Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, Sam reached for the car keys, still dangling from the ignition. As she suddenly realized what he was doing, Constance pulled up. And her image changed drastically. Sam no longer saw the beautiful woman she had been in life, but the true image of a woman dead for years. The image flashed quickly before she disappeared.
Sam leant up slightly on his arms, cautious in case she came back. And she did. Pain suddenly erupted through Sam's body, starting at his chest. He desperately pulled at the zipper on his jacket, pulling it open to reveal five neatly placed holes burning into his chest. Holes made by Constance's fingers as she appeared on top of him once more, her image again of more of a monster than a beautiful woman.
Finally, gunshots stream through the window, causing Constance to turn and disappear. Sam turned to see Dean and Emma, both with their guns rose. And when she appeared again, they were ready, shooting at her and distracted her long enough to give Sam the chance to sit up and start the car up.
"I'm taking you home," Sam announced as he shifted the car into gear. And he speed the car forward, crashing through the wall of the house.
"Sam!" Emma called after him as her and Dean ran into the house after the car.
"Sam! You okay?" Emma asked as they moved up to the car.
"I think," Sam answered.
"Can you move?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Help me," Sam said. Dean and Emma reached into the car, helping to pull Sam out. While they pulled him out, Constance picked up a picture of her and her children, staring down at it sorrowfully. Regaining her sense, she threw the picture to the ground and turned on Sam, Dean and Emma who were now stood beside the car. She stepped aside from the dresser she had been in front of, sending it flying across the room and pinning Sam, Dean and Emma against the car. They struggled to push it away, but to no avail. They were stuck there.
Constance began moving towards them menacingly, but she and the trio were distracted as the lights flicker on and water began leaking down the stairs. Standing at the top of the stairs were two children. Constance's children, their faces in shadow. They stood, looking down on their mother, and joined hands.
"You've come home to us mommy," the children's voices echoed spookily round the house. As the three watched, Constance's children suddenly appear behind her, grabbing hold of her. Constance screamed as her children grip to her and as light flashed round them, the mother and children were drew downwards, leaving behind only a puddle as the lights stopped.
With Constance gone, Sam, Dean and Emma were now able to push the dresser away from them and walk over top the small puddle.
"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean said, staring down at the puddle.
"That's why she could never go home," Sam told them. "She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy," Emma said, patting Sam chest as she walked past him. Sam laughed through the pain as Emma hit where Constance had dug into him.
"I wish I could say the same for you guys," he said, turning to them. "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?"
"Hey, saved your ass," Dean said, now beside his car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam and Emma watched on as Dean inspected his precious car for any scratches.
With the Woman in White beaten, Sam, Dean and Emma continued the search for the boys father. And the place to start was the co-ordinates he gave them. Emma was sat in the backseat, a map on her lap and flashlight in hand, looking for co-ordinate 35-111.
"Okay here's where he went," Emma said, locating the place. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asked.
"About 600 miles."
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning," Dean said, more to Sam than Emma.
"Dean, um…." Sam began.
"You're not going," Dean finished for him.
"The interview's in 10 hours, I gotta be there," Sam said. Dean just nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." And he continued to drive, eyes front. It clear to anyone, specially Emma right now, the Dean really didn't want his brother to go.
A few minutes later, as they drove in silence like they had done since Sam had announced he was going home, they pulled up to Sam's apartment. Without a word, Sam grabbed his bag and got out the car, Emma climbing into the front seat once he was out.
"You'll call me if you find him?" he said was Emma was position comfortably in the front. Dean merely nodded.
"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, all right," Emma said. Sam leaned into the car window, hugging his best friend since childhood.
"Bye Sam," she said as she hugged him back.
"Bye," he whispered, pulling away and walking back to his apartment.
"Sam," Dean said, finally speaking up. Sam stopped and turned back to face the car.
"You know we made a hell of a team back there," he said with a small laugh.
"Yeah," Sam said simply. And he watched as the pair drove away, Emma waving sadly. He watched as they left him to his old, ordinary life.
Sam walked into his apartment, glad to be back to the norm.
"Jess! You home?" he called as he walked through the kitchen. On the counter was a plate of cookies, a note propped in front of them. 'Missed you! Love you!' Smiling, Sam picked up a cookie, eating it as he walked into the bedroom. Hearing the shower running, Sam guessed that was where Jess was. He threw his bag on the floor and sat on the bed, closing his eyes and falling backwards. As he lay relaxing, a red drop dripped onto his forehead, making him squeeze his eyes shut tighter. When he felt a couple more drip onto his forehead he opened his eyes, and gasped.
Jess was on the ceiling, just as their father had told them their mother had been the night she had died. And the red drops were blood, dripping from a gash in her stomach.
"No!" he screamed, sitting up. And as he did, Jess burst into flames, the fire spreading across the ceiling.
Sensing something had been wrong, Dean kicked his way into the apartment, Emma close behind him.
"Sam!" Dean called into the apartment. And they heard him, still screaming from his bedroom, where the fire was coming from.
"Jess!" Dean and Emma followed his voice, finding him still sat on the bed.
"Sam!" Emma screamed, wanting him to move. But he didn't
"No! No!" he continued to scream, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. Taking t upon themselves to get him out, Dean and Emma grabbed Sam off the bed, running him out of the apartment.
"We gotta get out of here," Dean said as Sam continued his screaming.
"Jess! No!" Blocking them from going back in and pushing them further out the door, the whole room erupted in flames, tendrils of fire licking towards them and pushing them away.
Outside the apartment and the fire department have arrived, extinguishing the blaze. Dean watched as part of the crowd, seeing his little brothers normal life die out. He turned and walked away to his car, back to Sam and Emma. Emma was hugging Sam comfortingly, her head leaning against his shoulder. Sam, on the other hand, had turned into a hunter. He loaded a rifle aggressively, looking up to his brother as he stood beside them.
"We got work to do," he said as he threw the rifle into the trunk, causing Emma to look up. Look up into Sam's eyes and see the hurt and desperation. Sam closed the trunk fiercely, letting the two know he was ready for whatever might come there way next. And that he would find this demon. Do whatever it took. Because this thing had now taken his mother and his love from him, and he was gonna rest until he had taken everything from it.
THE END... for now
AN:- Ok, so there it is. The first episode of my verion of Supernatural. What do you guys think.