"One room, please." Dean said to clerk at the motel check-in desk as he sets his card on the desk. After we left the bridge, we went straight to a motel to get us some rooms. The clerk picks up the card and looks at it. "You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked as he looks around at us. "What do you mean?" Sam asked him. "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk replied and the boys and I exchange looks.

Sam picks the lock of the room then hides the picks and stands up. Sam enters and I follow but I turn and see Dean is just outside, playing lookout. I rolled my eyes and reached out of the room to grabbed his shoulder and yank him inside. Sam closes the door behind us and we look around the room.

Every vertical surface had papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There were books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol. "Whoa." Sam and I said in awe as Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam and I step over a line of salt on the floor while Dean sniffs the burger and recoils.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean said as I finger the salt on the floor and look up at them  "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." I said as the boys look at the papers covering the wall.

"What have you got here?" I asked them. "Centennial Highway victims." Dean replied and I come up to them and see pictures of all of the victims were on the wall. "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs—ages, ethnicities." I said as we looked the photos over. "There's always a connection, right?" I asked as I look over at the boys. "Usually. But...What do these guys have in common?" Dean asked while Sam looks at the papers taped to the other wall.

"Dad figured it out." Sam said and Dean and I turn to look at him. "What do you mean?" We asked him. "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Sam said as he shows us the articles then Dean looks at the photos of Constance's victims. "You sly dogs." Dean mutters to the pictures.

"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it." I said. "She might have another weakness." Sam said, shrugging. "Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean said as he crosses to Sam and I follow them. "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked him. "No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam said as he taps the picture of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive." I said as Sam looks at something else and I look at the picture below, which was a 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 cleaned up." Dean said as he starts to walk away then I look down at my muddy clothes. "Yeah, I need to go get clean too." I said then I look up at the boys. "I'll see you two in the morning." I said then I head out of their room and entered my room, which was a couple of doors down from them.

Once I get inside, I tossed my bag on the bed then head into the bathroom. After I showered and changed, I jumped into the bed and started to fall asleep.

"Morning." I greeted Sam as I walked back into the boys' room. Sam had his phone to his ear then looks at me, smiles and nods at me. "Everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah, uh.. Jessica called and left me a voicemail." He replied and I nodded. As he sits there and listens to the voicemail, Dean, who was now clean, walks out of the bathroom.

"Hey." He greets when he sees me. "Morning, Dean." I said as I take a seat. "I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You guys want anything?" Dean asked us. I shake my head as Sam said. "No."

"Aframian's buying." Dean said but Sam shakes his head. "I'm good, Dean. But thanks." I said as I smile at him. He smirks back at me then walks out of the room. I look over at the wall while Sam finished listening to the voicemail then looks at the wall as well. "So, when Dean comes back, we find Joesph and question him about Constance." I said. "Agreed. Hopefully, he's still alive." Sam said when his phone goes off. 

"What?" He answered, slightly annoyed, which told me that it was Dean. Then Sam stands up, a worried look washed over his face. "What about you?" He asked then a second later, he hangs up. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Cops." Sam replied as he looks out the window. "Oh crap." I muttered as I go stand next to him and look out to see the Deputy and an officer arresting Dean. Then the second officer starts to walk towards our way. "Let's go." Sam said to me and we snuck out and got into our respective vehicles.

Later, Sam and I were looking through chain-link window, which was really grimy and dirty. Sam knocks on the door the window is on. An old man comes up to the door and looks at us confused. "Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked him. "Yeah." The man replied.

Sam, Joseph and I were walking down a junk-filled driveway, Joseph was holding a photo, which was of Sam, Dean, John and his mother, Sam found back at the motel room. "Yeah, he was older, but that's him." Joesph said as he points at John then hands it back. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." Joesph said. "That's right. We're working on a story together." I said as I gesture between me and Sam.

"Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" He said, slightly confused and annoyed. "About your wife Constance?" Sam asked him. Joseph nods. "He asked me where she was buried." He said. "And where is that again?" I asked him and he looks up at me, offended. "What, I gotta go through this twice?" He asked, annoyed. "It's fact-checking." Sam replied. "If you don't mind."

"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Joesph said, after sighing. "And why did you move?" Sam asked him. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Joesph said then we stopped walking. I looked Joesph over for a moment before I decided on a question.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" I asked him. "No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." He replied but the way he was saying it, still made me suspicious. It's like he was saying that because it's the right thing to say, but it wasn't what he really wanted to say.

"So you had a happy marriage?" I asks him and Joesph hesitates. Ah-ha! I thought as Joesph said. "Definitely." I raise an eyebrow at this and I could see that he swallowed, nervously. Then I smirk. "Well, that should do it." I said then I look over at Sam and he nods at me before he looks back at Joesph. "Thanks for your time." He said and we head towards my bike and the Impala.

But then Sam waits a moment and I look over at him. "Sam?" I whispered as Sam looks back at Joesph, who was already walking away. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" Sam asked and Joesph turns back to us. "A what?" Joesph asked. "A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?" Sam asked him and he just looks like us like we were crazy.

"It's a ghost story." I tried to clear up a d he still gives us the you're crazy look. "Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam said as he walks back to Joesph. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women." Sam explains as he stops in front of Joesph. "You understand. But all share the same story." Sam said to him.

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joesph said then begins to walk away then Sam and I start to follow him. "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." I explained and this makes Joesph stops in his tracks. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Sam said and Joesph turns around to us and I could see he was getting angry. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again." I said.

"You two think...both of you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartasses!" Joesph growls at us but Sam and I stood our ground. "You tell us." Sam and I said, firmly. Joseph stares at us then looks down before looking back at us. "I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children." Joesph said then he glares at us.  "Now, you two get the hell out of here! And both of you don't come back!" Joesph threatened. His face started shaking, whether from anger or grief it's impossible to tell. After a long moment, he turns away and Sam sighs and we start to walk to our vehicles.

After calling in a fake 911 call to give Dean time to escape, I was driving my motorcycle following Sam, who was driving the Impala, to the Welch's old house. We were driving for awhile when Sam slams on the brakes of his car. I put on my brakes and slightly turned the bike and look inside. "Sam?!" I called out when I saw a figure of a woman appearing in the backseat. Sam's head turns to her while I start to park.

"Sam?!" I called out again and started to get off of the bike and walk to it, when the Impala takes off. "Oh crap!" I grumbled and I get back on the bike and follow the Impala, even though it's already way ahead of me that I could only see the tail lights glowing.
I tried to catch up but the car was much faster as it went straight then it took a sharp right turn. As it did that, I could see a figure running down the street, towards the turn. I com up to the turn and see that it was Dean. "Hey! Need a ride, handsome." I teased and he comes up to the bike and climbs up in the back.

"Thanks!" Dean said, appreciatevly. "Don't mention it." I said and I revved up the engine and went after the Impala. "So how come your dad didn't finish the job? That's not like him." I said to Dean. "He's gone actually. He left Jericho." Dean replied. "What? How do you know?" I asked him. "I found his journal but I haven't figured out where he went, yet." Dean replied. "Okay, well let's just save Sam first then we'll figure it out." I said as we roared down the road.

We finally come up to this old house and see the Inpala parked in front of it. Dean and I get off of my bike as we head over to the car. There we see Constance on top of Sam, placing her fingers into his chest and we could hear him let out a painful scream, while she flickered in and out of existence.

Dean and I pull out our guns and begin to fire at the car, shattering the window and startling Constance. She glares at us, while we continue to fire, and vanishes. Then she reappears, and Dean and I keep firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car then he drives forward. Dean and I stare after the car as Sam smashes it through the side of the house.
Then we hurry through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car. "Sam! Sam!" Dean and I shouted. "You okay?" Dean asked him. "I think..." Sam groans. "Can you move?" I asked him. "Yeah. Help me?" Sam said and Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand.

"There you go." Dean said as we helped Sam out of the car and I close the car door. We look around and see Consrance staring at a large framed photograph of her family. She looks up and glares at us then throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards us, pinning us against the car.

The lights began to flicker and Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase and she goes over. At the top were a little boy and a little girl, they were holding hands and began to speak in chorus. "You've come home to us, Mommy." They said while Constance looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they come up behind her and embrace her tightly, making her scream, her image flickering.

In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. The boys and I shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where they had vanished. "So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean said and Sam nods. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam said. "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sam." I said, smiling. "Yeah, nice job, Sammy." Dean said as he slaps Sam on the chest then walks away. Sam laughs as though he was laughing through the pain and places his hand on his chest.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you guys thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?" Sam asked us and I smirked. "Hey. Saved your ass." I said while Dean leans over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car..." Dean said then he twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you." He threatens and Sam and I laugh. Then they got into their car and I got onto my bike and we began to tear down the road.

Sometime later, we pull up in front of an apartment and in pull my bike up next to the driver's side. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window. "Call me if you find him?" Sam said as I turn my bike off and get off of it while Dean nods. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam said. "Yeah, all right." Dean said and Sam pats the car door twice and starts to turn away.

"Wait!" I said as I go around the car and to Sam. "You gonna leave and not give me a hug, you jerk?" I asked and Sam laughs as we hugged each other. "It was nice to see you again, Sam." I said after I patted his back. "Yeah, it was great to see you too, (y/n)." Sam said and I smiled and pulled back from the hug.

"You know, we made a hell of a team back there." Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "Yeah." Sam said as he nodded then I patted his shoulder. "Well...good luck, Sam. Take care." I said to him. "Yeah, you too." He said then he walks towards the apartment buildings and I smiled at him before I turn to Dean and lean through the window.

"Sooo...what's next for ya, Winchester?" I asked him. "Well...Sammy figured out that dad went to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean replied. "Hmm, sounds charming." I said and he nods at this. "Need any help?" I asked. Dean looks me over then said. "Really?"

"Yeah, I've got nothing else to do. And it sounds like you need all the help you can get." I said to him and a smirk plays on his lips. "Appreciate it, (y/n)." He said and I give him a fond smile. "No problem! What are friends...." I started to say when we heard Sam shout. "NO!" 

"What the...?" I started to say as we looked at the apartment building, when suddenly a fire broke out on the inside. "SAM!" Dean and I screamed as I run up to the building and Dean gets out of his car and follows me inside.

"Sam!" Dean and I shouted after Dean kicked the door open. "Jess!" We hear Sam shout and we run into the bedroom, where Sam was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Sam! Sam!" We said then I look up and see a pretty blonde girl, who I figured was Jess, pinned to the roof, flames engulfing her. "Oh my God." I whisper in horror while Sam shouts. "No! No!"

Dean and I grab Sam off the bed and bodily shove him out the door, Sam struggled all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!" He screams out in fear and the flames engulf the apartment.

Later, a fire truck was parked outside the building, firemen and police were keeping gawkers back. Dean and I looked on before we turn around and walk back to his car and my bike. Sam was standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. We look at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. "Sam." I said, softly. Sam looks up at us, then sighs and nods, then tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

"We got work to do." He growls and he shuts the trunk.