Supernatural

Meeting Sam to Find Their Father

8 hours into drive:

I had found a song on the radio, it was a country song. Dean gotta a little but hurt that I was changing the stations on his radio. I told him you don't have to just listen to rock and roll all the time. It gets old after a while. When I came into something that I've heard a few time, I stopped it there. It was a song from Rascal Flatt's.

(Bless the broken road by Rascal Flatt's)



While I was singing to the song softly, as I was looking out of the window, I was thinking of what Dean had told me and what I over heard him tell Bobby when I was upstairs, packing. I had left my door open and heard everything.

As I was packing a few bags, I over heard Dean and Bobby talking.

"What?" Dean had asked.

"Don't what me, idjit." Bobby told Dean. "You like her don't you? You starting to catch some feelings for her ain't you?"

"I don't know what your even saying. Heather's a cool person," Dean started to say. I started smiling when Dean had said that.

"So what was that back there when you were trying to calm her down? And you kissed her, what am I or even Heather suppose to think about that." Bobby had asked Dean.

"Bobby, its weird talking to you about this. It was just a goodbye kiss, it didn't mean anything. Like I told her, it was 'in the heat of the moment' it meant nothing." Dean told him. When he said that, my smile went away.

"Mhmm." Bobby hummed. "Whatever to tell yourself, to help you sleep better at night. Just don't hurt her."

Those words were going over in my head over and over like it was a broken wrecker player; 'it was 'in the heat of the moment' it meant nothing.'

I wasn't gonna let anything between us happen like that ever. I mean he can flirt all he wants with whoever and I won't care. And Ima do the same as well. I might even flirt with his brother when I see him, if he don't have a girlfriend.

I mean I'm cute, I mean I am today. I have my hair in loose curls, black and greyish eye-shadow on with dark reddish black lipstick, my sexy she-devil crop top, my blue short shorts, my black leather jacket, and black converse. I mean least I thought I looked cute.

About 10 hours of driving, Dean pulled off the highway and found a small fast food restaurant and pulled in. It was a waffle house.

They have some good food, they make it like how you want it. Well most places do that but them, they really make it how you want it. As he parked the car, we got out. I grabbed my purse and walked in a little ahead of him. I found us a booth in the corner away from people and sat down. Dean went to the restroom when he came in. About a few minutes later he came out and sat across from me. After he sat down, a woman came over and sat down silverware on a napkin.

"Hello y'all, I'm your waitress, Amber this evening. What can I get y'all to drink?" She had asked us.

"I'll take a Mr Pipp." I told her.

"Coke for me please." Dean told her smiling at her.

I rolled my eyes as I looked down at the menu. There was a lot I wanted. What to pick, what to pick. When Amber came back with our drinks and straws.

"Do y'all know what y'all want or do y'all need a moment?" Amber asked us.

"Well Amber I know exactly what I want." Dean said winking at her. Of course she giggled like a school girl. I rolled my eyes again. "I'll have the bacon cheeseburger deluxe, add an extra patty on the cheeseburger." He told her.

"Hashbrowns or grits?" She asked.

"Hashbrowns, please." He told her.

"And what about you, sweetheart?" She asked me.

"I'll have the All Star breakfast, with bacon and hashbrowns with cheese on the hashbrowns and the eggs over easy please. Oh and a side of sausage please. And cook the bacon light I don't want it burnt or hard please. And the waffle can you mix it with peanut butter and chocolate chips on it." I told her.

She walked away from the table to out in our order as I took a sip of my drink and looked out the window. Dean was doing the same until he looked over at me and spoke.

"So Casper, Wyoming look cozy." He said.

"Eh yea, most places are when you keep them in line and clean." I said. "So you know where Sam is staying at, like does he stay at the university or his own place?" I had asked him.

"Last time he talked to us, he had his own place. It's close to the university though. He says it was better for him, since he don't have a car." Dean told me.

"When's the last time you seen him?" I asked.

"Hmm," he hummed. "The day he left us, that was about a few years ago."

"Damn, least he got out and started a new life of his own. I was going to do that when I finished high school, but it didn't happened. I started to get into my gifts more then I did and I wanted answers. I wanted to know who were my parents and shit." I said, as Amber brought us our food.

"Well here y'all go. If y'all need anything else, just let me know." She told us.

We nodded at her and went into our food.

I broke my egg yolks mixed my eyes a little bit with some of my hashbrowns. Dean, he was enjoying his burger, he was like moaning and groaning with like every bite. I started chuckling at him after his 3rd bite. He looked at me when I did and smiled.

I started cutting up my waffle and went to take a bite of it when Dean looked at me. Like he wanted a bite, so I turned my fork his way and of course he took the bite. I rolled my eyes when he moaned with the bite and chuckled. That time he was messing with me and I knew it.

About half way through my food, I was getting full. Dean was done with his food. Of course he would be he's a man that will make sure there's nothing else left on the plate.

Amber came over to us to take Dean's plates away and asked. "Is there anything else y'all want?"

"To go bowls please." I asked.

"Do y'all have any fresh pie?" Of course Dean had asked her about pie. This man and pie. You can't take him anywhere without pie.

"Yea, I have some fresh chocolate Hershey pie?" Amber told us.

When she said chocolate Hershey, oh god she f****d up there. That was my favorite. "We'll take two to go." I said before Dean could say anything. "Also refills to go please and check."

Amber walked away from us with the dishes and got me to go bowls for my food. When she came back, she had a bag with our pies and drinks in her hand. Then she pulled out our check. The bill was $26.96, I was about to grab the check to pay for it, but Dean grabbed it before me. He left $5 on the table and went to pay for the bill.

I put all the food in bowls and in the bag. Grabbed my drink and went to the car. I sat the bag of food in the backseat and my drink in the drink holder and leaned against the hood of the car and looked out into the world. The beautiful background scene along the road of the highway.

I wasn't paying attention to anything until Dean came to me and headed me the keys to the car.

"You want me to drive your car?" I asked as I looked at him.

"Yep." He said nodding. "I'm gonna get some shut eye." He said as he got on the pass side.

I nodded and got on the driver side of the car and hopped in. I started the car, turned the music down low, and hit the highway.

I was kinda shocked he wanted me to drive his car. The way he talked about his car, he never let anyone drive her. But I kept the speed at 65 miles while I was driving sometimes no more then 75 in some spots. Once I got onto i80 in Rawlins, I hit 85 miles. We have about 15 hour drive left of this damn trip. This was one thing I hated about this hunting job, was the long as drives. But the good thing was the beautiful scenery. All the colors of the world.

When I got to Salt Lake City, Utah, I turned off to head to a gas station. I had to pee and we needed gas. I didn't wake up Dean, I like should have. I ran in to pee and paid for gas and filled up. As the car was filling up, I went back inside and looked around. I grabbed a few snack and drinks for us. I picked up a few bags of beef jerky a big box of Slim Jim's and a small case of flavor water. And a case of beer for Dean. After I paid for everything, the gas was done filling up. I put the nozzle up and put everything in the back of the car and drove off.

About 10 hours away, to get to Sam. That was a little over 700 miles to the stupid university. I opened up a bag of beef jerky and started eating a piece of it. Dean woke up after I opened the bag up and looked at me. I started smiling a little bit.

"You got beef jerky? When did you get beef jerky?" He asked me.

"About half an hour ago. I stopped off at Salt Lake City, to fill up and pee." I said, as I reached behind me in the seat, while still watching the road and pulled out another bag of beef jerky for Dean.

"Awe, you got me one too." He said as he opened up his bag.

"Yea, because I don't share beef jerky." I said chuckling a little.

"Well thank you. Your the best." He told me, as he took a bite of a piece of jerky.

After a while, Dean went back to his rock an' roll station, and a good as song came on. It was Joan Jett; 'I Love Rock 'N Roll'. He turned up the radio and we both were singing to it. It was pretty funny.

(I love rock n roll by Joan Jett)



After that they played a lot of good song, some I didn't even remember their names to but knew the song. It was like for about 3 hours. I was enjoying this.

We got to Battle Mountain, NV and wow the mountains were beautiful with some snow on them from being high up in the sky. Even though its spring time, there's snow up there. I would love to go there and stay awhile. When we got to Reno, NV we were only like less than 4 hours away from Sam, we pulled off to use the bathroom again. Dean filled the car up just in case we needed it and got some more snacks and drinks. He finally ate his pie on the way here after he had a few pieces of his jerky. Now it was my turn since he was taking over driving again.

After my pie, I fell asleep and stayed asleep until we pulled up to Sam's.

"Hey we're here at Sam's." He told me.

When he woke me up it was late middle of the night. I blinked a few times to see where we were. He got out of the car and I got out as well. I followed him to the side of the house. He stopped at a window trying to open it.

"What are you doing?" Whispering to him.

"Were some what breaking in to talk to Sam." He told me.

"Can't we just go to the door." I said.

"Nope." He said chuckling at me.

He got the window open and grabbed my hand. He helped me up into the window and when I got inside he got in by himself. Why didn't I just teleport us inside, I thought. We walked through some colorful beads that was on the far end of the hallway. I don't even know where we was walking to, until I walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool.

I wasn't paying any attention when a man came into the room. The man lunges forward and grabs Dean at the shoulder. Dean knocks the man's arm away and aims a strike at the man, who ducks. Dean grabs the man's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. The man kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the Dean hadn't seen the man's face before, he sees it now; the man gets his first glimpse of Dean. Dean elbows the man in the face; the man kicks at Dean's head. Dean ducks and swings and the man blocks. Dean knocks the man down and pins him to the floor, one hand at the man's neck and the other holding the man's wrist.

"Dean!" I called out at Dean as I got up and went over to them.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean told him.

"Dean?" The man asks. Dean laughs. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice, Sam." Dean told him. Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor. "Or not." Dean says. Sam taps Dean twice where Sam is holding him. "Get off of me." Dean tells Sam.

Sam rolls to his feet and pulls Dean up.

"What the hell are you doing here? And who's she?" Sam asked Dean.

"Well, I was looking for a beer. And this is Heather." Dean puts his hands on Sam's shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

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

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?" Sam told him.

He said the words that I was thinking the same, but this is Dean for yea.

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

Well I guess there went my answer to that question. Then some lady turns the light on. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. Well there went me flirting with Sam now. Even though he isn't my type. I mean he is cute, but I'm more into someone like Dean.

"Sam?" She says.

Sam, Dean and I turned our heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, Heather, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." He told us.

Dean looks at her appreciatively.

"Wait, your brother Dean? And who's this?" She said pointing at me.

Jess smiles. Sam nods. Dean grins at her and moves closer.

"A friend of the family." Dean says at first. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

I rolled my eyes at what he said to Sam's girlfriend. Seriously now.

"Just let me put something on." Jess said.

Jess turns to go. Dean's voice stops her.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean said.

Wow Dean's really hitting on Jess while his brother is standing in the same room as us. And after what we some what had. Dean goes back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. Sam watches him, his expression stony.

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"Same." I added.

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

Yea, that wouldn't be good unless she knows about our hunting life.

"Okay." Dean turns to look at me then to them both straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

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

Dean ducks his head and looks back up like he's trying to find a way to say this without telling them their secret. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Jess glances up at him. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

Exactly, she doesn't know about y'alls hunting life. I smiled at her as we all walked outside.

(Dean's and Sam's little throw out)



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

"Thank you. Least someone agrees with me on the breaking in thing." I said. They both looked at me. I looked away.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him."

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

Dean stops and turns around. Sam stops too.

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

"I'm not." Sam told us.

"Why not?"

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

"No ones ever really done with hunting. When it's their life. No matter if you stop 3 years ago or 10 years ago. Its always going to be in your blood." I had said.

Sam and Dean looked at me. Sam, his look was like b***h shut up who ever you are. Dean, his look was like thank you, but I got this.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean told him.

Dean starts downstairs again. Sam follows.

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

Dean stops at the door to the outside. "Well, what was he supposed to do?"

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

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

"I was afraid of the dark." I said.

"Your a girl. Big difference." Dean said.

Sam went on saying, "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." DEAN glances outside. "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." Sam said.

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

There was a pause for a few moments.

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

Dean rolls his eyes and slams the door open. There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. Dean, Sam, and I climb it.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam said.

We cross the parking lot to the Impala from the prologue.

"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked him. I kinda chuckled when he brought up pie.

"No. Not normal. Safe." Sam said as he looked at us.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean said then looked away.

"No matter where you are at its never gonna be safe." I mumbled.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean said then looked at me.

Sam is silent.

"I can't do this alone." Dean stated.

I was about to say something about that but Sam had spoke up and brought that up.

"Yes you can. Plus you have Heather."

Dean looks down. "Yeah, well, I don't want to." Dean started off. "It's not her duty to, since its not her father."

Sam sighs and looks down, thinking, then up. "What was he hunting?"

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter. His was somewhat better then mine but I think mine was pretty good.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean said looking for something.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" He asked me.

"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam asked.

Dean looks over at Sam. "I'm twenty-six, dude."

"Wait, after I left you guys a few weeks ago, you went on your own and John went his way?" I had asked.

He nodded and went back to what he was looking for. Dean pulls some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean hands one of the papers to Sam, with me looking over there shoulders. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

"The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING"." Sam reads it out loud and glances up at us. "So maybe he was kidnapped."

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. Dean pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough."

"So he left right after I left." I said.

"Yea, kinda." Dean says. Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

He presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

Dean presses stop.

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

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean said.

Sam shakes his head.

"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean said.

He presses play again.

"I can never go home..." A woman had said.

Dean presses stop.

"Never go home." Both me and Sam had said at the same time.

Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean told him.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him."

Dean nods.

"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam says then turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when Dean speaks.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.

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

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean says, but I slapped his arm.

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

"Law school?" Dean smirks.

"So we got a deal or not?"

Dean says nothing. But I turned to look at Sam then at Dean.

"We'll have you back. I promise, if Dean can't." I told Sam.

Dean glared at me when I said that. I rolled my eyes and got in back of the car, since Sam is going to be riding with us, he can sit up front.

Sam had gone inside to pack and say his goodbyes to his girlfriend, Jess. Leaving me and Dean by ourselves.

"So if I don't drink him back before Monday, how are you?" He asked me.

"Teleport him back here." I said, as I was checking my gun.

"Teleport?" He asked.

"Yes, since I'm half angel half demon I can teleport." I told him. "I've done it a few times, but I can do it."

"And you couldn't teleport us inside his house inside of the window." He said.

"I didn't think about teleporting." I said, as Sam came out and put his bag in the back with me.

"Didn't think about what?" He had asked us.

"Nothing." Dean had said.

I looked at Dean then at Sam. I was gonna tell Sam what I was but I guess Dean didn't want him to know yet.

Sam got in the car and we were fall to Yucca Valley, California, which is a 7 1/2 hour drive from the university. But Dean end up finding a hotel for the night so we're all rested up for tomorrow morning well later on today.

Once we got to a hotel, Dean went and got us a room. As of me and Sam, waiting in the car together.

"So how do you know my brother and our father?" He asked me.

"Well I've kinda just met them about a few weeks ago." I said. "I met John first with my uncle in a case about around the same time." I told him not really going into details.

"Who's your uncle?" He asked.

"Bobby Singer." I said.

He turned around and looked at me. "Shut up, for real?" He asked.

"Yep, I've been with him since my parents had got killed when I was 15 years old. He's been my everything since. And I love him for it." I said. "Matter of fact, he the one that helped me with the hunting business. He's helping me find who killed his brother and wife and helping me find my real parents."

"Your real parents?" He says.

"Yea, his brother and wife took me in when I was two years old. I was left on their porch." I said then looked away.

"I'm sorry, to hear that. But what brought you with my brother?"

"Well Dean came to my uncles to talk to him about John for help. He didn't know that Bobby Singer was my uncle Bobby." I said as Dean opened up his door.

"Got us a room." He says at first then looked back at me. "Heather you can bunk with me or Sam." He said as he popped his trunk.

I got out of the car and grabbed my bag as well. "I rather sleep on the couch." I said as I took the keys from Dean's hand and went to find our room. When I found our room, I opened it and went in with the boys behind me. There wasn't a couch at all. "Well I guess I'll sleep on the floor." I said as I threw my bag on the floor.

"No, your sleeping in the bed with me. Now quit whining, you didn't mind it before." Dean said as he put his bag on the bed.

"Yea, well now its different." I said.

"It is because of Sam here?"

"No," I said.

"Ummm, is there's something that I'm missing. Have y'all done anything?" Sam asked looking so confused.

"Hell no." Both Dean and I say.

"Okay then." Sam says. "You can bunk with me if you want. I don't mind or bite." He told me smiling a little.

"I'll just sleep in the car." I said as I grabbed my bag.

"Why are you being a b***h right now?" Dean asked.

I dead stopped and looked at him all shocked. I couldn't believed he just called me a b***h. Sam looked at Dean then me. I glared at Dean then walked out the room slamming the door behind me.

Ugh, I can believe he called me a b***h. Like what the f**k man. I started tearing up a little. I didn't want it to be like this on this trip. But after seeing Dean flirt with Jessica in front of me and Sam, and the one girl at the waffle house, it ticked me off. I got to the car, and opened the back door and sat in the seat with my legs hanging out with my head in my hands.

Dean had walked over and leaned down in front of me. He out his hand on my arm.

"What's wrong? Why are you being like this?" He asked me.

"I don't know." I said holding back the lump in my throat from crying a little. "Dean, I overhead what you had say to Bobby. That I'm nothing, well the kiss was nothing." I mumbled out.

"Are you crying over that?" He asked me.

"Kinda." I said at first. "It just hurts, Dean. That you thought of that."

"Heather look at me." He said as he put a finger under my chin. "I only said that to Bobby so I wouldn't have had the talk with him about you. Your like a daughter to him." He told me. "The truth is, the kiss was something. Its just with this job, I can't, we can't do that."

"I know that. Because one of us will be unstable on the job. Won't be able to think. Blah blah blah." I told him. "That's why I was being kinda cold against you."

"Well don't, come sleep with me." Dean had said as he handed me his hand. "Let me rephrase that, come share a bed with me." He said.

I got out of the car and took his hand. He grabbed my bag from the car and we walked back into the hotel room. Sam was already asleep in his bed so we quietly went to the other bed.

Dean went to one side and took off his shoes and clothes. He was only in his boxers. I kinda done the same, but I was in my bootie shorts and sports bra. I got into bed under the covers and stared at Dean while he got into bed under the covers. He faced me as well, lost into each others eyes.

He had kissed my head and laid on his back as I turned over to face the other way.

When I woke up I don't know how many hours later, Dean's arm was around me. It felt nice until I forgot Sam was in the room. I threw his arm off of me and it woke him up. I jumped out of bed to get my clothes back on. Sam was sitting at the little table reading the paperwork on what Dean had showed us. He looked up at me when I went to my bag.

"Umm, clothes." He said covering his face up with the papers.

"Get over it, dude. She's always like that when she sleeps." Dean said as he rolled over.

"Sorry, I'll try to wear something better for you." I told Sam.

"No, don't. I like it." Dean mumbled.

I slapped his leg that was close to me as I put on my skinny jean and Metallica T-shirt. Dean sat up, rubbed his eyes a little then looked at me.

"Hey your wearing the shirt I gave you. Thought you said you wear it to bed." He said as he got up and put his pants on.

"Yea well I'm wearing it now." I said as I threw on my black leather jacket and shoes. Then grabbed my clothes I had on yesterday into my bag. "Well let's hit the road, I'm hungry."

As we hit the road, we found an old gas station and stopped at it to get some food. I went in with Dean to grab what I wanted and paid for it and Dean got something for him and Sam.

Sam is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes when we came out. I went to the backseat and got in.

"Hey!" Dean calls out. Sam leans out and looks at him. "You want breakfast?"

"No, thanks." He says at first. "So how'd you pay for that stuff?" He asked. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

I laughed a little. "Me and Bobby do it. Well other than the money he makes at the junk yard." I said.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean said making me chuckle again. Dean puts the nozzle back on the pump. "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 says as swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door.

"Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean says as he gets into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean closes the door.

"That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam says as I leaned forward looking at what he was talking about.

There are at least a dozen cassettes in the box on SAM's lap; some have album art, others are hand-labeled.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." Sam holds up a tape for every band he names. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean takes the box labeled Metallica from Sam.

"Hey now, there's nothing wrong with them. I like them as well." I said.

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

"So who cares." I said.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape in the player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean says. I laughed at what he said.

Dean drops the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and starts the engine.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old."

AC/DC's "Back in Black" begins to play. It was a good song.

"It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." I started laughing a little as I sat back as Dean drives off.

As we drive past a sign that says "JERICHO 7". Sam is talking on his cell phone.

"Thank you." Sam closes his phone. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess."

Dean glances over at Sam and I, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers.

"Check it out." Dean calls out.

Sam and I leans forward for a closer look. Dean pulls over. We all take a long look before Dean turns off the engine. Kid Gloves Music's "My Cheatin' Ways" begins to play. Dean opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with his and John's faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares.

"Let's go." Dean gets out of the car.

As they got out I grabbed my ID badge put it in my back pocket with my gun tucked in the back of my pants. I got out and walked over with them to the crime scene.

As we were walking over there, there was a car in the middle of the bridge. Weird it being there. Or so I thought.

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean had asked the sheriff.

The sheriff looks up when Dean starts talking and straightens up to talk to him.

"And who are you?" He had asked Dean.

Dean flashes his badge. "Federal marshals."

"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" The sheriff says.

Dean and I laughs. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean tells him.

"The younger the better, they say." I said as Dean goes over to the car.

"You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked again.

I went over to the car and looked around as well not really paying attention to the others. There was no blood. No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean. It was weird, too weird.

I over heard the sheriff saying his daughter was dating the stiff and she was passing out flyers or something in town. I felt bad for her.

Sam tapped my shoulder to tell me to come on, that we're leaving.

We head into town to find this daughter of the sheriff and ask her questions about this Troy.

As we got into town, I saw a girl walking around town  posting posters and handing them out. I leaned forward between Dean and Sam.

"Let me go talk to her. Girl to girl." I told them.

They both nodded and I got out. I walked over to her.

"You must be Amy." I had asked her.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, Troy told me about you. I'm a cousin of his. I'm Heather."

"He never mentioned you to me."

Amy walks away. I walked with her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. I wasn't not around much, I'm up in Modesto. But I'm actually looking for him too, and I'm kinda asking around." I told her as a few other people came over to us and was talking to Amy.

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

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

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

"I love your necklace." I tell her.

Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it.

"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," Amy laughs. "with all that devil stuff."

I laughs a little and looks down, then up. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." I told her. "I have a tattoo of it on my leg." I told her as I showed her my leg.

We talked some more about Troy and her. Getting to know them both better. Then one of the girls had brought up about this legend of a girl who was murdered out of Centennial like along time ago and people says she's still there trying to be picked up and whoever picks her up disappears and no one knows where they go.

I nodded at them and wen back to the car to where Sam and Dean were at waiting for me.

As I got into the car. "So here's the thing. It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." I started to say. Dean looks at Sam, who watches me attentively, nodding. "Well, supposedly she's still out there." Sam nods at me to go on. "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

We left where we had found Amy and went and found a library so we can do some research. I went to a computer and started looking up about this woman. With the boys behind me fighting over who was going to type. Men for yea.

I opened up web browser, to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. I typed the words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" into the search box. I click go; the screen tells us there are "(0) Result". I had replaced "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response. Sam and Dean is sitting next to me, watching.

"Let me try."

Dean smacks Sam's hand. "She's got it."

Sam shoves my chair out of the way and takes over.

"Dude!" Dean and I say at the same time.

Both Dean and I hits Sam in the shoulder. Well more Dean pouched him and I slapped him.

"You're such a control freak." Dean told him.

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

"Yeah." Both Dean and I say at the same time.

"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam was telling us.

Sam replaces "Murder" with "Suicide" and finds an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". Dean and I glances at Sam. Sam opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex-[...]What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager."Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

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

There's a picture of Constance; it's the woman who killed Troy.

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

"Yeah."

"What?" Dean asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911." I started to say but Sam interrupted me and finished saying what we had read. "Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."

Dean raises his eyebrows. Me I was shocked a little and started to tear up. That was so sad.

"Hm." Dean hums.

The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place Troy died.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam reads out loud.

"The bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked.

"Its the same bridge, where we were at earlier with Troy's car." I had said.

Dean looked at me and smiled. He patted my shoulder and walked away. I looked at Sam and we done the same. We followed Dean to the car and was on our way to the bridge.

Once we got Sylvania bridge, it was late, and I had a bad feeling about this. I don't like bridges at end. Something always ends up bad or wrong, which way you put it to be. As we walk down the bridge looking over the railing.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." I said.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam says as he looks over at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."

Dean continues walking. Sam follows.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asks.

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

Sam and I stops. We both look at Dean, then I looked at Sam.

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday,"

Dean turns around looking at both of us. "Monday. Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

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

He didn't forget, he just don't want to let his brother go again. I could tell he really misses Sam.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam says. I smiled at him.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" My smile went away when Dean spoke those words.

Sam steps closer.

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

"Sam, you have to tell her. You can't pretend that this is going to be healthy for you." I told him, rubbing his arm.

Who am I to tell what to do. I'm fighting myself over Dean. One minute I'm all into him and the next I'm not. Then Dean spoke after a moment kinda repeating what I kinda said.

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."

Dean turns around and keeps walking. Sam and I follows.

"Dean," I spoke.

"And who's that?" Sam asks.

"You're one of us." Dean said as he pointed between me and him.

Sam hurries to get in front of Dean.

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

"You have a responsibility to," Dean start to say.

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

I started to tear up on what he said because I know exactly how he's feeling.

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. A long pause.

"Hey, hey now. Stop it, Dean." I say as I put my arm in between them.

"Don't talk about her like that."

Dean releases Sam and walks away. Then I sees Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.

"Umm, guys." I spoke pointing to where she's at.

Sam and Dean comes to stand next to me. Constance looks over at us, then steps forward off the edge. Sam, Dean, and I run to the railing and look over.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam says.

Behind us, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. We turn to look.

"What the," both Dean and I say together.

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

Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. Sam and I glances at them. The car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. We all turn and run.

"Guys? Go! Go!" Sam yells.

The car is moving faster than we are; when it gets too close, Sam and Dean dive over the railing. I stay on the bridge and try to use my demon powers. Better late then never. The car finally comes to a halt, after I had used my powers to stop the car. Once it had stopped, I went over to the railing.

Sam has caught himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He tries to pulls himself up onto the bridge, but I helped him. Once he was back on the bridge, we looks around to find Dean.

"Dean? Dean!" Both me and Sam screamed out.

Below, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting.

"What?"

"Hey! Are you all right?" Both me and Sam asked him.

Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign.

"I'm super." Dean says.

Sam and I laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge. I run towards the end of the bridge to meet up with muddy Dean. I grabbed his hand and helped him onto the road.

"Awe, my poor baby." I said, sweetly at him to try and make him feel better. Kinda worked.

"Wanna hug, kiss, and make up for it?" He asked as he made kissy faces.

"Naw, I'm good." I said as we walked towards the car.

When we got to the car, Dean popped open the hood to look it over.

"Is your car okay?" I asked.

"Yea, is it okay?" Sam asked as well.

"Yea, that stupid b***h ever touches baby again, I swear to god." Dean says.

"Speaking of your car," Sam starts to say then looks at me. "You didn't jump over the rail when Dean and I did. Why is that?" Sam asked.

I looked at Dean then back to Sam. Here goes nothing. He has to know the truth.

"I ran with y'all, but I stopped at the last second to stop the car." I said.

"You killed have been ran over, killed." Sam said.

"No, I wouldn't. I can't be killed." I said.

Sam looked at me then his brother, like he was missing something. Which he was, about me being what I am.

"What do you mean you can't be killed?" Sam asked.

"She can't be killed brother, because of what she is." Dean told him trying to help me.

"What is she? What are you?" Sam asked looking back and forth between us.

"I'm half Angel half Demon. I used my powers, to stop the car from hitting me. Once Constance saw that, she left the car." I told him.

"Your what? Dean can she be trusted?" Sam looked at his brother.

"Yes, she saved dads life a few weeks ago when he was working with her and Bobby. She has it all handle." Dean said.

"Well kinda, my powers are growing which it's kinda hard to keep handle half the time. Expressly when you piss me the f**k off." I said as I looked at Dean. "It goes off of my emotions sometimes." I said as I looked back at Sam.

After I told him that, I started to walk towards the back to get in. I almost fainted walking to the back door. But my put my hand on the car before I fell over.

"Heather, you okay?" Dean asked as he ran over to me.

Sam ran over with him as well.

"Yea, little light headed." I said as I was taking deep breaths.

"Your nose, its bleeding." Sam said, then leaned into the car and got me a rag.

"It's because I used my demon powers. I don't usually use them at high power like I just did. But I'll be fine. I just need to lay down." I said as I got inside the car.

"Well lay back, I'm driving us to a hotel for the night so I can take a shower. Then Sam can go get us food while I'm in shower." Dean said then got in the car.

As we get left Sylvania bridge, we headed to a motel for the night. I looked in the back, and Heather was asleep with her leather jacket covered over her. She looked peaceful, it was cute. I turned back around and looked at Dean.

"So can I ask you something?" I asked Dean.

"Sure, what's up?" He asked me.

"What's your and Heather's deal?"

"What do you mean, Sammy?" He said.

"Well she blew up on you last night then went to sleep in the car, but when I woke this morning, she was in bed with you half naked." I said.

"I told you she sleeps like that. I do it."

"Yea, but your a guy. She's a woman." I said.

"The truth is when she was helping me and dad on a demon case a few weeks ago, we had a little moment the day she left." He told me.

"What do you mean a little moment?" I had asked.

"The day she left to go back home. After the case. I had kissed her." He told me as he looked my way.

"You kissed her." I said shocked.

"Yea, it was in the heat of the moment type s**t. But me and her talked we both said, we can't do this because of this job." Dean told me, as he looked up in the rearview mirror to look in the back at Heather.

"Yea, I feel yea. Because if one of you guys gotten hurt the other would be unstable to hunt or whatever." I told him.

He just nodded at me as he looked back at the road. So he had feelings for her. But he couldn't own up to it because of what we do. I mean I get it. If Jess joined me hunting, I would be worried sick over her. Making sure no one touched her or she wasn't getting hurt and so on.

That's another reason why I quit hunting, because I wanted a life of my own where I can be with someone.

As we pulled up, Dean went inside to pay for us a room. I leaned back and rubbed Heather's leg. She snapped right up kinda scaring me for a second.

"Hey were here at the motel if you want to go in and sleep when Dean comes back out." I told her.

"Thanks, I'll probably ride with you to get food. If you don't mind?" She asked me.

"Naw, I don't mind." I told her when Dean came back to the car.

"Hey sleeping beauty, how you feeling?" Dean asked her.

"Fine, hungry though." She told him. "I'm going to ride with Sam is that okay." She said.

"Sure, I'll see you guys when I get back." He said as he went to the truck and grabbed his bag and went into the room.

I climbed over to the driver side and she climbed up to the passenger side. We drove in silence for a few moments. I looked over at her and asked the same thing I had asked Dean.

"Hey can I ask you something?" I had asked her.

"Sure, anything."

"You and Dean, is there anything going on with you two."

"Nope," she said popping her lips on the 'p'.

"Are you sure? You would not have blew up on him last night if there wasn't." I told her.

She looked at me. "Well, there was this moment few weeks ago, when I had left, he kissed me. And when I saw him kinda flirting with our waitress at waffle house on the way to you and him with Jessica, it kinda ticked me off." She told me.

"You were jealous." I said. "So you have feelings for my brother."

"More than you know it Sam." She told me. "But we can't, because of what we do."

"Yea, I know exactly what your saying. If Jess joined me hunting, I would be worried sick over her and I wouldn't be able to think of what I'm doing." I told her.

She nodded. "Exactly. When I got jumped the first night I was with Dean and John, he was worried sick about me."

"That's Dean for yea. Worries about everyone else but himself. It was like that when I was a kid." I told her.

We talked through the whole ride to get food and back to the hotel about her feelings towards Dean and other things. Me trying to get to know her and her trying to get to know me. We were both so much the same. We have a lot in common, actually. Its surprising.

I mean she's cute, but I wouldn't do that to Jess or to Dean. Dean needs someone in his life and she might be the one to help him through it. Instead of going to those one night standers.

"Oh, I'm gonna give you a little heads up, when Dean drinks he gets a little flirty and like to hit on women and have one night stands with them. So if that happens while were all together, I'm sorry." I told her.

"Umm, okay." She said as she looked out the window.

"Like if we go to a bar, you'll know what I mean. I just don't want you to get hurt. I know how my brother is and gets." I told her. "But if you really have strong feelings for him, just be patient with him. I don't remember that last real relationship he had."

She nodded and hummed while looking out the window. I felt bad for her, since I told her all of these things about Dean.

When we got back to the motel, I rubbed her arm, she smiled at me and you can tell she was crying a little bit.

"If you want, you can bunk with me." I told her.

She nodded and we went inside the room. Dean was out of the shower, laying down watching TV. When we came in, he looked up at us when he saw we had food.

I put the food on the table and we all dug in and ate together. After eating, Heather went out to get her bag and came in, went to take a shower. Dean went back on his bed and relaxed while, I sat at the table and watched the TV. When Heather came out, she went to the other bed that I was going to use and fell on it and passed out.

Dean looked at her then me. I shrugged my shoulder's at him and he went back to the TV. After a few shows, I took a shower myself and went to bed myself. When I laid now next to Heather, I faced Dean and he was looking my way.

"What?" I had asked.

"Why did she go to the bed your using?" He asked me.

"I don't know." I said, which I did. "Well I told her yesterday at the other motel she could bunk with me. Maybe she's switching off on who to bunk with." I told him.

I closed my eyes and went to bed. I think Dean done the same, because I didn't hear the TV anymore.

I got up the next day and saw Heather was outside, sitting on the hood of baby. I got dressed and went out there to her.

"Morning." I told her.

"Morning." She said.

"Where did you get the coffee?" I asked.

"Office." She said as she took a drink and hand it to me. "And speaking of office. The manager had said that there was a man that came here awhile back with the same name as you put down. Said that Burt had rent out the room for a month." She told me.

"What room." I had asked.

She pointed the room a few doors down from ours. I got up and went to that room and tried to unlock the room. I looked at her.

"Go get Sam." I told her.

She got off of baby, went to our room, got Sam, and came over to the room I was at.

The motel door swings open. Sam is on the other side, having just picked the lock. Sam hides the picks and stands up. I was just outside, playing lookout, until Sam reaches out of the room to grab my shoulder and yank me inside. Heather closes the door behind us. We all looked around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Whoa." We all said together.

I turned on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor. I sniffs the burger and recoiled.

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

Sam fingers the salt on the floor and looks up.

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

"But what?" Heather added.

I looked at the papers covering one wall.

"What have you got here?" Sam asked.

"Centennial Highway victims." I said.

Sam nods. The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs," I said as Sam and Heather crosses the room. "ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

While I was talking, Sam looks at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on CONSTANCE's suicide.

Sam turns on another lamp. "Dad figured it out."

Me and Heather turns to look. "What do you mean?" We both said.

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

We looked at the photos of Constance's victims.

"You sly dogs." I turn back to Sam. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.

"She might have another weakness." Heather brought up.

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

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

Sam taps the picture of Joseph Welch. The caption says he's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so he must be sixty-four.

"If he's still alive." Heather had said. "He's got to be old by now.

Sam goes to look at something else. While i looked at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.

"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get go get us some food." I told them.

I started to walk away. Sam turns and called out.

"Hey, Dean?"

I stopped and turned back to look at him.

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

I held up a hand. "No chick-flick moments."

Sam and Heather laughs and he nods.

"All right. Jerk." Sam says.

"Bitch." I called him.

Sam and Heather laughs again. As we all walked out of the room. Sam went into our room, and Heather looked at me and pointed to the car. I nodded and we headed towards a diner to get some food.

As we got to a diner, we walked in and ordered all of us burgers and fries. Heather had ordered her a milkshake to drink for right now and actually that didn't sound so bad so I got one myself.

The guy that took our order came over and leans against the counter and talked to Heather.

"So what's a pretty girl like yourself doing in these parts of town?" He asked her.

She started giggling and twirling her hair around her finger. What was she doing.

"Just passing through for a work case, with my partners." She told him.

"So your a pretty cop." He told her.

There she went with that stupid sexy ass giggling again.

"More like FBI." She told him.

"Oouu, sexy." He said as he turned around and grabbed our shakes. He handed me mine then hers. "Here you go my lady."

She giggled. "Thanks." She said then took a sip of her shake. "Mhmm, this is really good."

I rolled my eyes at them then turned around in my chair and walked outside. I can't believe she's flirting with another man, where she's clearly has feelings for me.

Unless she stopped since we told each other we couldn't. If not two can play that game. Wait til I see a woman.

About 5 to 10 minutes or so she came out with the door and got in the car. We head back to the room. As soon, as I pull in the police from yesterday was there getting out of their cars when I turned off baby.

As I turned off the car, the deputies were approaching the car.

"Dude, text Sam and tell him five-oh, take off." I told Heather. "And tell him, they kinda spotted us. And go find Dad."

As I told her that the deputies approach. I turned my head and grins at them.

"Problem, officers?" I asked.

"Where's your other partner?"

"Our other partner, he went back to the office." I said.

"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"

"Our boobs." Heather says being a smartass.

Of course I grin.

"Get out of the car. Both of you." They told both of us.

As we got out of the car, one of the cops slams me and Heather over the hood of the cop car.

"Ow, what the f**k. What did we do, to get treated like this." Heather had said.

"You have the right to remain silent," the cop of was saying until interrupted him.

"We know our rights?"

As we were back at the sheriffs station, they were asking me a lot of things. How I knew Ted Nugent in the other room. I was very confused at first. I told them a family friend.

It felt like hours, we were in here. Not until the sheriff came back in and told me I was good to leave.

When I walked out Dean was waiting for me outside the sheriffs office reading a journal.

"What the hell was that?" I had asked.

"Long story, this is dad's journal. I have to get a hold of Sam." Dean said as we walked over to a phone booth.

Dean was on the phone with Sam for a while until he said yelled out his name then looked at me.

"Sam's in trouble. Can you sense where he's at and teleport us to him." He asked me.

"I can try." I say as I closed my eyes and started listening. Thinking where he was at. "I can't get a good read," I say at first. "Got him."

I grabbed Dean's hand and teleported to where Sam was at. When we got to him, Constance kisses Sam as he continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. Sam looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers: she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance. Dean approaches, still firing at her. She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, and Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. I was shocked from what Dean just did to his car. Then Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home." I overhead Sam say.

Sam drives forward. Dean and I stares after the car. Sam smashes through the side of the house. Dean and I hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?" Both me and Dean call out.

"I think..."

"Can you move?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand.

Then I seen Constance picks up a large framed photograph seen when she brought Troy here: the woman is Constance and the children are presumably hers.

While Dean helps Sam out of the car. "There you go."

Dean closes the car door. They look around and see Constance; she looks up. She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam and Dean, pinning them against the car. I was about to use my powers against her when the lights flicker; Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the boy and girl from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." Children are saying. I looked and saw where they was coming down the stairs.

Constance looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Sam and Dean shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." I had asked.

Sam and Dean nods.

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

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean tells Sam.

He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam laughs through the pain.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam says smiling a little. I laugh.

"Hey. Saved your ass, didn't it."

Dean leans over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you."

Sam and I laughs.

As Dean got into the car, I went over to Sam. "You want me to heal you?" I had asked him.

"Naw, I'm good. Just a few bumps and scratches." Sam told me.

I nodded and got into the car. As Dean started up the car, turned on the radio, "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play. I smiled as Dean started singing along to it.

As we promised Sam, drove all the way back to Sam's place. As we pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window, as I climbed through the front.

"Call me if you find him?" Sam tells Dean and he nods. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right." Dean tells him.

"Keep my brother safe will yea, Heather." Sam tells me as he patted my shoulder.

"Sure will." I told him.

Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans over me, toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat behind me.

"Sam?"

Sam turns back.

"You know, we made a hell of a team back there." Dean tells him.

"Yeah. Heather's good at what she does. Keep her in line. Don't kiss her off." Sam chuckles.

I smile at Sam then Dean drives off. Watching in the side mirror, Sam watches us go.

As we were driving, away I had a bad feeling about something. I looked at Dean.

"Dean, go back now. Sam," that's all I had to say.

Dean turned the car around and heads back to Sam's. As soon as he stops the car we ran to the house.

"No!" We heard Sam scream.

Dean kicks the front door open.

"Sam!" We call out.

"Jess!" We heard Sam scream Jess's name.

Dean and I come running into the bedroom.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean calls.

Dean and I look up and sees Jess. She was on the ceiling in flames.

"No! No!" Sam crying out.

Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way.

"Jess! Jess! No!" He cries out.

Flames started to engulf the apartment, as Dean was pushing Sam out of the bedroom. Me I was trying to keep the flames from getting any bigger as we try to get out.

A piece of the ceiling that was burning falls above me, making me trip and fall. While I was on my back holding it with my hands.

"Heather!" Dean yells out. He tries to get to me but I use my other hand to stop him. I started coughing from the smoke. "Heather, let me through to help."

"No, akh akh, get Sam out now. I'll be akh akh, fine." I told him in between coughing.

Dean nodded and got Sam out of the house. While still holding the ceiling, I thought of outside.

One moment I was in a burning house then the next I was leaning against the car coughing. Seeing Dean and Sam coming out. Dean and Sam looked at me when they heard me coughing, they came running.

In a scene much like the end of the flashback, a fire truck is parked outside the building, firemen and police keeping back gawkers. Dean looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. While I was in the backseat laying down, trying to catch my breathing. I heard something get tossed in the back then heard Sam speak.

"We got work to do." Sam says as he shuts the trunk.





So very sorry that this chapter is very long. I tried to get parts of season 1 episode 1 into this chapter, to start off a very good chapter, where Heather and Dean meet up with Sam. Then they work their very first case together after two years, like in the show.

Hope y'all enjoyed it so far. Comment and vote this chapter. Xoxoxo