"Do you think this is a good idea?" Tiffany asked Dean as they pulled up to his brother's dorm room. Tiffany looked up at the dark building and then looked at Dean. He smirked at her.
"Of course it's a good idea, when have I never had a good idea?" He grinned at her as she rolled her eyes at him.
"Would you like me to name a couple of your good ideas?" He looked her up and down and she shoved him. "If you remember that wasn't a good idea."
He sighed. "Yeah, at least now I know never to try to get into your pants…at least without your hands being tied down first or you being drunk." He winked at her both knowing exactly what he was talking about and they both got out of the car and headed into the building. Tiffany bent over to pick the lock while Dean made sure no one was coming around. Tiffany rolled her eyes as the lock clicked open because she knew Dean wasn't really checking for anyone he was checking her ass out. She opened the door and headed up the stairs with Dean behind her. She felt his eyes on her and she sighed. "Dean."
"What? What I do?" he asked innocently.
"I know what you are doing."
He brushed past her, pushing her gently against the wall. "Don't act like you don't like it." His voice was husky and she looked away from his gaze. "And if I remember correctly, you did like the attention…a lot." She rolled her eyes and pushed him to go up the stairs.
"We are here to get Sam, not talk about our sex lives." He chuckled and picked the lock of Sam's door. Tiffany bit her bottom lip and looked around. The door opened and Dean looked up at her and smiled. She rolled her eyes and she noticed that became a habit of hers ever since she started working with Dean and John.
Tiffany followed Dean into the kitchen and he bumped the table. Tiffany chuckled. "Nice going Sherlock."
"Shut your pie hole, Watson." He shoved her lightly in the shoulder. Tiffany walked over to the window and heard Dean fall to the ground. She looked over to see Dean and another guy get wrestling on the floor. She figured it was his brother so she didn't bother to move to get him.
She watched as Dean rolled them over and he was on top. "Whoa easy Tiger."
"Dean?" asked Sam out of breath.
He looked over at Tiffany and she smiled saying, "Tiffany."
He looked back at Dean still out of breath. "You scared the crap out of me."
"That's cause you're out of practice." Sam quickly moves ending up on top as Tiffany cracked a smile. "Or not…get off me." Sam helped Dean up.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, I was looking for a beer."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Dean glanced at Tiffany then back at Sam. "Ok, alright, we gotta talk."
"If I would have called would you have picked up?"
Tiffany saw someone move a few feet away from them and the lights turned on. A pretty blond, average height wearing pink shorts and a smurf's shirt came in. "Sam?"
"Jess, hey. Dean this is Jessica, my girlfriend."
Dean looks her up and down and Tiffany rolled her eyes. Same old Dean, always checking out woman even if they are taken, but this is his brother's girlfriend, seriously? "I love the Smurfs." He walked up to her. "You know I gotta tell you, you are way out of my brother's league."
Jess looked over at Tiffany and she just shook her head at her trying to tell her to ignore him. Jess looked over at Sam and said, "Let me just go put something on."
Dean smirked. "No, no, no I wouldn't dream of it…seriously. Anyway," he grabbed Tiffany around the waist pulling her close to him, "we gotta burrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you."
"No," said Sam shaking his head. He walked up to Jess and put his arm around her shoulder. "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of her." Tiffany bit the inside of her cheek and felt Dean's arm leave her waist. She looked between the brothers and then at Jess.
"Ok, um…Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift; he'll stumble back in soon."
Dean cleared his throat and got a serious tone in his voice, Tiffany only heard this voice a few times especially when he was trying to get what he wanted. "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home for a few days." Tiffany watched Sam's face fall from being a stubborn face to a worried face.
"Jess, excuse us, we have to go outside." Tiffany walked towards the door ahead of the boys and down the stairs.
"I mean come on, you can't just break in, in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you and who is she? If this is family business why is tagging along?"
Tiffany stopped and turned around. "Hi, I'm Tiffany. I've been tagging along with your brother and father for a few months now because the same thing happened to my family that happened to yours." Dean knew not to bring up Tiffany's family. It was a sore subject with her as it was for his family. "And I don't know about you, but creepy weird things have been happening to me for a couple months, and that's how your brother and father found me. Happy dear!" She opened the door and walked out towards Dean's car leaving them inside to argue. Tiffany kicked a stone on the ground and crossed her arms across her chest. She never met Sam but right now, she hated him, even if he was Dean's brother.
Dean looked back at Sam making sure that Tiffany was ok by the car. "Anyway you're not hearing me Sam. Dad's missing; I need your help to find him."
"You have Tiffany, it seems like you two could do it."
Dean ignored him. Sure Tiffany and him could probably do this but he felt that Sam should be there just in case something horrible has happened to their father.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil's Gate in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing and he's always fine."
"Not for this long, now are you going to come with me or not?"
"Why not?" Dean was getting aggravated. He needed his brother and he needed him now.
"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 afraid of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45."
"Well, what was he suppose to do?"
"I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark? 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."
"And save a lot of people doing it."
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean and Sam walk out of the building making Tiffany look up. She walked around the car towards the trunk and opened it. She propped up the secret apartment where it carried all weapons. "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? 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?" Whoa, low blow Dean, though Tiffany. Even though right now she disliked Sam for his attitude right now, Dean didn't need to stop Sam from having a normal life, unlike them.
"Not, normal, safe."
Dean scoffed. "And that's why you ran away?"
Sam rolled his eyes and waved his arms in the air. Tiffany rummaged through the trunk to look for the file and tape recorder that they were going to show Sam. "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 need your help; we can't do this without you." Dean actually sounded desperate and Tiffany wondered if she had a sibling, would she be sounding that desperate if she needed help with anything.
"Yes you can."
"Well, I don't want to."
Sam sighs and scratches his head. "What was he hunting?" Tiffany took that as her cue as the boys headed the trunk. She sat on the trunk and handed Dean the recorder. "Why didn't you go with dad?"
"Tiffany and I were working a gig in New Orleans. A voodoo thing." Dean glanced at Tiffany and winked and she knew what he was thinking. She kicked him in the leg telling him to knock it off.
"Dad let you go hunting by yourself…" Tiffany cleared her throat as in 'Hello, didn't you hear him? I was there.' "With a girl?" He smirked at Dean and me.
"Dude, I'm 26, and what dad doesn't know won't kill him."
"Dudes! I'm right here!" She shoved the file into Sam's hand.
"We know sweet heart," Dean said smirking. She rolled her eyes. "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy, they found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A." Dean pulled a photo out to show Sam the missing guy and the wreckage of the car.
"So maybe he was kidnapped."
"Yeah, well here's another one in April, 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. Started happening more and more so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." He takes out his phone and goes into his voicemail. "And then I get this voicemail."
Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on," said John and most of the voicemail was trashed after more of the static interrupted it. "Be very careful Dean, we're all in danger."
"You know there's EVP on that?" asked Sam.
Tiffany and Dean smiled. "Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn't it? Why don't you tell him what you did?" Dean was still holding the recorder and Tiffany smiled.
"Well, I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean turned on the recorder. A woman's voice was heard. "I can never go home."
Sam looked between the two. "Never go home."
Dean threw everything in the trunk and shut it. "You know in almost two years I've never bothered you. 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." Sam started to head back inside when Dean stopped him.
"What's first thing Monday?"
Sam glanced at Tiffany and she raised her eyebrows wondering the same thing. He looked back at Dean. "I have an interview."
Dean smirked and chuckled a little. "A job interview, skip it."
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Whoa," said Tiffany. "That's amazing Sam." Dean gave her an odd look then looked back at Sam.
"So we got a deal or not?" asked Sam. Dean nodded and Sam went inside.
"Why do you find it amazing that he's getting an interview at a law school?" asked Dean as the two of them headed into the car.
"It's a great career, even though there are more people in law school then there are lawyers right now but if Sam has a chance to do something like this with his life, then that is amazing. Most people don't get a chance like that." Dean raised his eyebrows at her. "Shut up, Dean." She sat in the back of the car.
"Avoiding me now?" Dean asked jokingly.
"Figured you would want to spend some time with Sam. I'm going to relax in the back and sleep." She laid down in the back and closed her eyes. Dean looked in the rearview mirror and turned around. He looked at her body and smirked. He reached over to pinch her side when she smacked his hand away. "Don't even think about it; keep your hands to yourself."
Dean chuckled. "Come on, you don't mean that, I remember quite the opposite coming out of your mouth." He started mocking her. "Dean, don't…stop. Please…don't stop." She hit him in the back of the head and laughed.
"You're such a jerk." He chuckled and she turned around leaving her back facing him. Bad idea. She felt him smack it and she growled. "Dean."
Tiffany was standing outside the car stretching from being in the car for a long time. Dean smiled as her shirt raised a little. She was wearing denim shorts, a t-shirt and her hair was up in a pony tail. She hit his shoulder knowing he was looking at her and leaned her head on the car sighing. Dean waved a breakfast bar at her and she shook her head. "Want breakfast?" Dean asked Sam who was going through his cassette tapes.
"No thanks. So how'd you pay for this stuff anyway? You and dad still running credit card scams." Tiffany chuckled and sighed knowing she had to get back in the car.
"Yeah well, hunting aint exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, we just fill out the applications their fault for sending the cards." Dean got back in the car.
"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right," said Sam. "I swear man; you gotta update your cassette tape collection."
Uh oh, Tiffany knew where this was going. Tiffany had this argument with Dean before and the whole way to a hunt she had ACDC blasting in her ears.
"Well, for one they are cassette tapes and two Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
Dean grabbed a cassette tape from Sam and puts it in the player. "House rules, Sammy." Tiffany started mocking Dean knowing this speech. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean looked in the rearview mirror seeing Tiffany mocking him. "And you don't mock me. You will get it."
Sam turned around to Tiffany. "It's not nice to mock your boyfriend, he will find ways of torture and knowing Dean, it won't be nice."
"Dean is not my boyfriend. He only dreams of it." Dean smirked and tilted his head a little.
"Oh, I just thought…"
"So does everyone, it's alright." She smiled at Sam and sat back. Dean looked at her in the rearview mirror and winked at her. She stuck her tongue out at him.
Sam turned back to Dean. "And Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam, okay?"
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean pulled out of the gas station and turned the volume up of Back In Black. Tiffany looked at the Jericho sign that read 7 miles. She sighed irritated and watched the scenery go by.
After a little ways to Jericho Sam started calling the morgue and hospitals to see if John was anywhere. "All right, so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or the morgue, so that's something, I guess." Tiffany looked out the window seeing a blockade at the bridge of police cars. Dean stops the car and looks in the rearview mirror at Tiffany and she nodded. Dean pulls out a box of fake IDs and grabs three. He hands one to Tiffany and one to Sam. "Let's go." The three of them go out of the car and walked up to the accident.
"You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't ya?" asked Dean. Sam walked around the other side of the car expecting it. Tiffany walked up to the policeman Dean was talking to.
"Who are you?"
Dean and Tiffany flip open their wallets to show their fake ID's and a US Marshall badge. "Federal Marshalls."
The policeman raised an eyebrow. "You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?"
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You did have another one just like this correct?"
"Yeah about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."
"So this victim, you knew him?" asked Tiffany.
"In a town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Any connections between the victims besides they are all men?" asked Dean circling the car now.
"No, not as far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" asked Sam as he went over to Dean. Tiffany was looking over the railing to see anything unusual.
"Honestly," said the policeman. "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," said Dean. Tiffany whirled around and her eyes widened. Why did he have to say something like that?! Sam stomped on Dean's foot.
"Thank you for your time," said Sam and looked at the other officers. "Gentlemen." Tiffany nodded to the police officers and the three of them headed down the bridge towards the car. Dean looked behind them to see that they were a few feet away from the officers and hit Sam on the back of the 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?"
The three of them stopped. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone in this. If we're going to find dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Sam cleared his throat and nodded his head towards the back of Dean. Dean turned around and sees the sheriff and two other investigators.
"Can I help you three?"
"No sire, we were just leaving." Dean nodded his head towards the two investigators walking past them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." The three of them walked back to the car.
While Sam and Dean went to find Troy's girlfriend, Amy, Tiffany decided to go to the town library to look up anything else they may have missed about this town. Tiffany felt her phone vibrate and she picked it up. She saw Dean on the screen. She hid behind the monitor and opened her phone up.
"What?" she whispered.
"Were here, we have something on the town. A local legend of a woman who had gotten murdered near that bridge."
"Oh, great," sighed Tiffany and looked over at the librarian who was watching her cautiously.
"You know hiding behind a monitor won't do anything, sweet heart?"
Tiffany squinted her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. "Where are you?" She felt hands on her shoulders and she jumped. She turned around quickly to see Dean and Sam. Dean laughed and scooted her away in her chair. Dean and Sam took one and she pushed Dean into Sam. "Such a child," she said.
Dean took over the computer and went to Jericho's web page and typed in the search bar Female Murder Hitchhiking. Nothing came up. He tried again, Female Murder Centennial Highway and again nothing. Tiffany chuckled and he glared at her. She grinned at him and he just shook his head. Sam took this moment to grab the mouse. "Let me try."
Dean looked back at Sam and smacked his hand away. "I got it." Sam pushed Dean making his chair roll into Tiffany's making him fall into her. He looked her in the eye and smirked. "If you wanted me so bad you should have said so." She rolled her eyes pushing him back towards Sam.
"Control freak," Dean said to Sam as Tiffany rolled back.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?"
"Yeah," said Dean.
"Maybe it's not a murder." Sam typed in Female Suicide Centennial Highway and a result came up.
Tiffany chuckled again. "Looks like Sam is right again."
"Shut up," said Dean.
"This was 1981," said Sam reading the article. "Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?"
"What?" asked Tiffany.
"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, and they aren't breathing. Both die."
Tiffany bit the inside of her cheek and glanced at Dean. "Hmm."
Sam read the interview with Constance's husband. "Our baby's were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it, said husband, Joseph Welch." Next to the picture of Joseph Welch there was the picture of the bridge they had seen earlier.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" asked Dean. Tiffany let out a deep breath and nodded looking at Sam and Dean.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," said Dean looking over the railing. Tiffany hit his arm and he smirked.
"Not nice," she said.
"Who said I was nice? You know I'm not that nice." He smacked her butt and grabbed a little of it.
"Dean!" She turned around and hit him in the arm again. "Hands! You are so handsy!" He chuckled and she rubbed her bottom softly where he smacked it.
"Should I leave you two alone?" asked Sam cocking his eyebrow. "So you think dad would have been here?"
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," said Dean.
"Ok, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while."
"Dean I told you, I've gotta get back by-"
"Monday, right, the interview." Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Tiffany who raised her eyebrows. She couldn't blame Sam. He wanted a safe normal life. "Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Dean, don't…" started Tiffany. She knew where this was going to go.
"Maybe. Why not?"
"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 you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you are going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean headed down the bridge and Sam and Tiffany followed him. "Who is that?"
"One of us."
"No, I'm not like you. 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 different would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back!"
Dean grabbed Sam and shoved him against the rail of the bridge. Tiffany gasped and rushed over to them. She tried to pull them apart but with knew how strong Dean was. "Don't talk about her like that." Tiffany furrowed her brows and looked at how angry and upset Dean was. She never saw him like this before. Tiffany looked between them to see a woman in white standing on the side of the bridge. "Guys."
Dean and Sam looked over to where she was looking. Dean let go of Sam. They watched her fall off the bridge. The three of them ran over to where they saw her fall and there was no sign of anyone or anything in the water.
"Where'd she go?" asked Dean.
"I don't know," said Sam.
The three of them heard Dean's car start up. Tiffany looked behind her and the boys did to. Tiffany heard Dean, "What the-"
"Who's driving your car?"
Dean took out his keys from his pocket. Tiffany looked at the keys in his hand and looked back at the car. The car started to drive down the bridge and the three of them started running away from it. Dean grabbed Tiffany's arm pulling her with him as the three of them went over the railing of the bridge. Tiffany and Sam held onto the side of the bridge and they struggle to get up. Tiffany looks next to her to see Dean not there. She looks below her as Sam helps her up. "Dean!" she yelled.
"Dean!" yelled both of them. They saw Dean crawl out of the water. "What?"
"Are you ok?" asked Tiffany.
"I'm super, how about you give me a happy ending later and I'll be even more super." Tiffany rolled her eyes and looked at Sam. He raised his eyes trying to hide a smile.
"He's fine, if he wasn't he wouldn't be trying to still get into my pants."
Dean ended up back on the bridge with Sam and Tiffany. He walked up to his car and looked her over.
"Car alright?" asked Sam.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick-what a bitch!"
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," said Sam.
"So where's the trail go from here, genius?" asked Tiffany as the three of them sat on the hood. She wiggled her nose smelling Dean and moved farther away from him.
"You smell like a toilet," said Sam chuckling. Tiffany laughed and Dean looked at her and smacked some mud on her face. She stopped laughing and glared at him.
"Slut." She punched him in the arm, knowing he was only kidding, since that was the joke they played with each other. Sam shook his head at the two.
Tiffany waited in the car for the boys to get a key for a room. She wondered how they were going to do the sleeping arrangements. She wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed with Dean; it wouldn't be the first time. Tiffany cracked a smile thinking of the last time she and Dean shared a bed. New Orleans was the last time even though the two of them did get a room with two beds. The two of them had one too many drinks celebrating their victory on the voodoo hunt.
"Hey," said Dean coming over taking her out of her daze. He noticed the look in her eye and he laughed. "What are you thinking about?"
"Sam in bed."
"What?" he asked cocking an eyebrow. She laughed. "I'm kidding, what's up?"
"We may have found dad's room. Come on." The two of them walked over to where Sam had entered the room. Once Tiffany was in there she saw the wall covered in pictures and newspaper articles.
"Whoa," said Tiffany. She noticed the unmade bed and the half eaten hamburger. She made a sickening face towards it and turned the light on.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least," said Dean.
"Salt, cat's eye shells," said Sam picking up the salt. "He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Dean and Tiffany were looking at one of the walls with the newspaper clipping, the same one they found.
"Centennial Highway victims. I don't get it. I mean different me, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection right? What do these guys have in common?" asked Dean.
Sam noticed the woman in white paper. "Dad figured it out."
"What do you mean?" asked Dean.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white."
Dean looked at the pictures on the wall of the victims. "You sly dogs. All right, so if we're dealing with woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness," said 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 ask her husband. If he's still alive."
"All right, why don't you see if you can find an address? I'm gonna get cleaned up."
"Hey Dean, what I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry."
Dean held up his hand to stop him. "No chick flick moments."
"Bitch." He looked at Tiffany and winked. She rolled her eyes as she followed him to their room.
"So sweet heart you going to tell me what you were thinking about out there?" he asked as he took off his shirt. She walked into the bathroom and washed her face where Dean had put mud on it earlier. She smirked and he walked in.
"That's for me to think about, and you to never find out." She turned around and smiled at him. Dean bit his lip and smirked. He started unbuckling his belt and she backed up a little against the sink. He just kept staring at her as he slid down his pants. "What are you doing?"
He stepped out of his pants and leaned close to Tiffany. She felt her breath get caught in her throat as he leaned closer. He leaned around her and turned the water on. She let out the breath she was holding in and rolled her eyes. "Now, what were you thinking?" She pushed into his shoulder and walked out the bathroom hearing him laugh.
Tiffany caught Sam on the phone listening to a voicemail, probably from Jess. Sam looked up and shut his phone. "Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself," she said back and smiled.
"So, you said that you started hunting with Dean and my father because what happened to your family."
"Yeah, same thing that happened to your mom," said Tiffany quietly. She sat down on the other bed. "I was an infant and my mother died in my nursery in a fire. My uncle was staying there at the time and grabbed me before I burned up with her. My mother was the only thing I had, my father left us before I was born. My Uncle raised me and for the longest time I thought my mother had died just in a house fire until my uncle told me he saw her up on the ceiling with her stomach cut open. So ever since then I've been trying to figure out what had killed her and why, and I know, it has to be my fault."
"It couldn't be your fault. You were a baby."
"But the house just randomly caught on fire and she was cut. Something or someone did it in my nursery, my nursery! And then, a few months ago something strange happened to me."
"I saw something, I saw Dean getting hit by a car and dying in John's arms."
"Everything that they hunt, a car hits him."
Tiffany smiled a little. "At first they didn't believe me. They thought I was some witch or something. In my vision I saw Dean walking out of the diner we were in and getting hit by a car. So when I saw him get up and walk out I followed him. I saw the car zoom down the road and I quickly pushed him out of the way me landing on top. He looked up at me and I said 'Now do you believe me.' After that John and Dean had me accompany them. I can't really turn it on or off. Dean doesn't like it too much, he's a little afraid of it." Sam nodded and they heard the bathroom door open and Dean walked out.
"Hey man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the diner down the street. You want anything?"
"No," said Sam. He turned to Tiffany and she nodded. She hopped off the bed and walked out with Dean.
"You sure Sammy, Aframian's buying." Dean and Tiffany walked to the car and Dean looked down the parking lot and saw two cops talking to the hotel clerk. Dean nudged Tiffany in the side and motioned towards the cops who were now walking towards them. Dean opened his phone and called Sam.
"Dude, five-o take off."
"What about you and Tiffany?"
"They kind of spotted us, go find dad." Dean put the phone back in his pocket and turned around to see Tiffany pulling her hair out of her pony tail and unbuttoning her blouse a little for some cleavage. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. He looked up when the officers stopped in front of them.
"Is there a problem…officers?" Tiffany asked the officers seductively and she bit her bottom lip. Dean couldn't help but feel himself get hot from this. She was trying to seduce the cops and it was working on him but the cops…he didn't think so even though they were checking her out.
"So fake US Marshals, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
Dean smiles. "My boobs…and definitely her boobs." Tiffany grinned at them but shoved both of them onto the hood of the car handcuffing them. "You have the right to remain silent anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law…" Tiffany's shirt was still unbuttoned a little and she was being pushed against the car in front of Dean and he smirked looking down her shirt. She caught him and she glared.
Tiffany sat in the office opposite of Dean waiting to see how the hell they were going to get out of there. She saw all the officers run out towards the front. After a couple minutes she heard the door open and saw Dean. "Ugh, you have no idea how good it is to see your face."
"Better be more than my face," he said smirking. "Now come on."
"I would if I wasn't handcuffed to this damn desk." She showed him her hand and his smirk grew into a grin.
"Didn't I saw the last time you hands were going to be tied we were going to have some fun?"
"Dean." She said his name in a warning/threatening tone. He chuckled and un cuffed her. She rubbed her wrist and the two headed out the back of the police station. The two of them ran till they reached a pay phone and that's when Tiffany noticed the journal. "Dean…isn't that…"
"Yeah it is, dad's journal." He grimaced and put a quarter in the phone and called Sam. She listened as the two went back and forth with each other on the phone until Dean looked worried at her. "Sam? Sam!"
Dean got out of the booth and grabbed her arm. "Let's go, we're not that far from the house." The two of them ran down the street and towards the Welch's old house. After about five minutes of running as fast as they could, Dean pulled out his gun seeing the Impala. They made their way towards the car and Dean shot the window shooting the ghost.
"Dean, what are you doing you can't shoot a ghost like that?!"
"I'm taking you home," said Sam and he floors it.
"Sam!" yelled Dean and Tiffany and they ran towards the house. They ran into the hole the Impala had made in the house. "Sam, you ok?" asked Dean.
"Can you move?"
"Yeah, help me." Dean and Tiffany helped pull Sam out of the car. Tiffany turned her head to see Constance pick up a picture of her and her children that was lying on the floor. "Guys…" But it was too late, a dresser was being pushed into them pinning the three of them against the car. They tried to get out from behind the dresser but it was stuck in place. Tiffany looked at Dean and he looked back, was this seriously going to be the last time, no they've been through worse! Just then the lights flickered and Constance looked up the stairs as water started to pour down them. Her children were standing at the top of the stairs.
"You've come home to us mommy," said the children. The children were suddenly behind them and they grabbed her. Constance started screaming as her and her children melted into a puddle on the ground. Once they were gone, the three of them were able to push the dresser off of them.
"You ok?" Dean asked Tiffany as she rubbed her stomach from where the dresser was. She nodded as they walked over to the puddle. "So this is where she drowned her kids?"
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them," said Sam.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy." He patted Sam on the shoulder and Sam started to laugh.
"I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Tiffany and Sam looked at each other and smiled.
"Ok, here's where dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado," said Sam.
"Sounds charming," said Tiffany leaning against the front seat between the two.
"How far?" asked Dean smirking at Tiffany.
"About 600 miles," said Sam.
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning," said Dean. Tiffany glanced between Dean and Sam unsurely. She knew Sam had to be back at Stanford by morning for his interview. It was his chance and she knew Dean wasn't going to take it well.
"You're not going," said Dean glancing at Sam and then back at the road. He sighed disappointed. Dean just needed his brother right now. He felt as if John had abandoned him and now Sam is.
"The interviews in 10 hours, I gotta be there."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll take you home." He glanced next to him to Tiffany. "Besides, I miss my sexy wildcat co-pilot anyway."
Finally they ended up pulling next to Sam's dorm room. Sam grabbed his bag and got out of the car. Tiffany jumped in the front seat and leaned her head on Dean's shoulder like she usually did if she was tired.
"You'll call me if you find him?" Dean nodded. "Maybe I'll meet up with you two later huh?"
"It was nice meeting you Tiffany, keep an eye on him."
"It's more like he keeps his eye on me all the time." Tiffany looked up at Dean and he smiled. "Nice meeting you too Sam. Keep in touch." She meant that more for Dean then her. Sam smiled and headed towards the dorm.
"Sam," said Dean. Sam turned around. "You know us three; we made hell of a team back there."
"Yeah," said Sam. Dean started driving away slowly and kissed Tiffany's forehead. She sighed and closed her eyes but not for long because she had a vision. She gasped sitting up seeing Sam burn in his room.
"Tiff, Tiffany!" yelled Dean trying to get her out of it. She let out a sob and looked at Dean.
"We need to go back! Sam's in trouble!" The two of them got out of the car and ran up towards the building. They ran up the stairs to hear Sam yelling. Dean kicked open the door and the two ran in. Jessica was on the ceiling, the same as Tiffany's mom, and the same as theirs. Tiffany just kept staring at Jessica as Dean pulled onto Sam getting him out of the room. "Tiffany!" Tiffany shook her head and looked at Dean who was running out of the room. Tiffany ran after them and down the stairs.
Tiffany and Dean watched as the firemen extinguished the fire. Dean had his arm around Tiffany as she hugged herself. She was leaning into chest. "I could have stopped it sooner; I could have saved her…"
"No, no, don't blame yourself; it's not your fault." She looked up at him and made herself hide the tears. "It's not, ok?" She nodded and looked behind her at Sam.
"He's going to need you now, even more than you need him to find John." Dean looked back and nodded.
"Are you ok?"
"I'll be fine; I always am, aren't I?" She smiled weakly at him as the two of them walked back to the car to see Sam loading a rifle then throwing it in the trunk.
"We have work to do," said Sam and he shut the trunk. Tiffany and Dean glanced at each other and back at Sam. So this is the beginning of an adventure…
AN: I totally got bored and wrote this after watching some of season 1 this weekend.