November 2, 1999 {Lawrence, Kansas}

{Winchester Family Home}

     Mary drifts into consciousness, and then back out. Being a mother of four was wonderful. But at the same time, it felt as though energy was constantly being drained out of her. The world around her was a blur, and thoughts seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of her mind, as though they were being blown viciously by a hurricane.

Out of the complete silence, a cry arose. Like a budding flower it started. Slow and gentle, but then it rose to a wail. To the ends of the world, the cry traveled. Over lands and seas, and through forests and valleys.

It was the twins, Sam and Amber.

Mary sats up and raked her fingers through her tossed and tangled blonde locks. She releases a sigh, all while her children's cries are still being heard over the baby monitor.

"John?" Mary drowsily called for her husband.

No response.

Mary turned around, only to find that the bed was once again empty. Her husband was no longer by her side. She couldn't help, but roll her eyes as she stood from her mattress.

"I'll come back soon..." she mutters to the only place of comfort she had.

Her slow steps echoes throughout the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under her weight. A yawn involuntary leaves her mouth, and she rubs her eyes with the inside of her palms.

Turning the corner, she finds that the door of the twins' bedroom was open. The nightlight at the corner of the room, which was a baby shower gift from her mother, glowed lightly in the dark. The one-year-olds' crying had finally ceased.

Stepping closer, Mary notices the figure of a tall man. The shadowy figure didn't turn, it simply just stood there, but Mary thought nothing of it. Immediately, she thought it was her husband.

"John?" Mary asked, "Were they hungry?"

The figure only responded with a small, "Shh..."

"Okay..." Mary murmured. And with that, she turned away.

However, she stops in her tracks. The light bulb of a decorative lamp, at the other end of the hallway, leading to stairway, buzzes, and flickers, causing Mary to narrow her blue orbs. She felt her chest tighten and her mind hum like an electrical circuit that was struck by lightning.

Only John would leave the light on...

She decides to walk down the steps. The wood of the old house once again groaning with each step she took. Her ears noted the sound of light snoring coming from the living room. She checks and finds her husband fast asleep in their armchair with the small screen television still on.

Mary's eyes widen as she realized: Sam and Amber weren't with their father.

Turning back, she rushes up the stairs. "Sammy!" she gasped, "Oh god, Amber!"

Her legs push with all her might as the thoughts of her babies in danger clouded her mind. Once in the hallway, she immediately dashes into the twins' bedroom.

Mary releases a fearful gasp as the man turned towards her.

The light of the television illuminated John's skin as he sleeps. He felt at peace with himself until a shrill shriek abruptly awoken from his deep slumber. His scenes were now at full height.

"Mary!" he shouted.

Leaving the Lazy Boy seat, he runs up the staircase, almost tripping as he rushes to find his beloved wife. "Mary!" he calls once again.

He hurried towards the twins' room and rushes to open the door.

John's breath steadies as he hears the coos of Sam and Amber who were now fully awake. John looks around the room, only to find nothing out of place or out of normal. He walks towards the cribs where both the little girl and little boy laid. Their father smiles and said, "Hey Sammy, hey Amber."

The feeling of relief vanished as John saw a red liquid on the crib's pillows, right next to Sammy's head. John touches the crimson stain, only to find drips of it land on his hand causing his brows to frown.

He turns around and looks upwards towards the ceiling.

It was his wife, Mary. The scene was horrific, causing the blood in John's veins to run cold, his tan skin to become pale, and his mouth to become dry. Mary laid against the bedroom's roof, her white nightgown stained with her own blood and she appeared almost blue. Her once wild eyes were now dull and lifeless but held a look of terror in them.

John stumbles backward and lands on the floor.

"No!" he cries, "Mary!"

Suddenly, flames spark from underneath her. The yellow, orange and red flames flickered and ignited on the roof. The flames lick at Mary's skin. They refused to be contained, to be condemned, or to be tamed.

"Ahh!" John yells as he watched Mary burn.

Snapping him out of his trace, the twin babies cry. Though unaware of what was going on, they knew of the distress that their father felt. John grabs his two children and runs out of the room.

"Daddy!" John hears. It was Juno and Dean, his other two children.

John gives each child a baby. He gives Amber to Dean and gives Sam to Juno. "Take your siblings and run as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now, guys, go!" he orders the pair.

Dean and Juno both nod, and follows their father's instructions. Though they were small, they ran as fast as their small legs could carry them. They fly down the stairs and slam open the front door of their home.

"Juno?" Dean turned to see if his adopted sister was behind him.

The two-year-old stumbles as she follows her brother out of the house. "I'm okay!" the little girl responses. Though she was quite young, she was intelligent for her age.

John bolts out of the house and grabs Juno and Dean as they carry their siblings. The fire's flames grew, and the window of the twins' room exploded causing the glass to fly.

Firefighters and Emergency Services arrived at their destroyed home.

The four children and their father sit upon the family's Impala mourning the loss of Mary Winchester.

Though the loss of their mother, Juno and Dean hoped that their life would change for the better.

Oh, how wrong they were...

PRESENT DAY {Stanford University}

{Sam's Apartment}

     "Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean spoke, "and he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam did find it odd that his brother visited it him out of the blue. They haven't even spoken in almost more than two years, and it was the same for the rest of his wayward siblings.

"Jess, excuse us..." Sam softly spoke to his girlfriend.

The two brother walk out of Sam's apartment and travel down the large stairwell.

"Come, on," Sam sighed, "You can't just break into my home in the middle of the night, and expect me to go on some road trip with you!"

Dean rolled his green orbs, "Whatever, have you at least talked to Amber or Juno lately?"

"No," Sam spoke, "Why?"

"Just asking... I think Amber is still mad at me for eating her ice cream last year -- you know how petty she can get. And, I have no idea where the hell Juno is."

"You just want to drag them back into hunting don't you?" Sam scowled.

"Well, I mean," Dean smirked, "The more the merrier. Besides, who knows where those two are." Halfway down the first story of the apartment building, Dean turns to Sam, "So are you with me or not?"

Sam glares at his brother, "Not."

"Why not?" Dean scowled, he couldn't comprehend Sam's thoughts, "Sammy, come on we haven't seen each other in two years. Might be a good time to catch up."

Sam's stare remained unwavering, "I promised myself I was done with hunting, for good."

"Oh, come on," Dean sighs, "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad either."

An exasperated laugh escaped Sam's lips, "Yeah? When I told him I was scared of the monster hiding in my closet, he gave me a .45!"

"What was he supposed to do?" Dean questions.

"Either way," Sam spoke, he felt agitated, "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, I don't know, 'Don't be afraid!' "

"Don't be afraid?" Dean repeated. He scoffs, "Of course you should be afraid! You know what's out there!"

"But still --" Sam continued, "The way we grew up after mom died and dad's stupid obsession to find what got her, but we still haven't found the damn thing! And so, we kill everything we can find!"

Dean shrugs his broad shoulders, "Yeah, but we save a lot of people doing it, too."

Sam scoffs, and his hands clenched tightly, "You think mom would've wanted this for us?" Dean frown and he slams open the apartment's metallic entrance door. Sam swiftly follows him from behind, still continuing his seemingly endless rant, "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Dean, we were raised like warriors!"

"So, what the hell are you gonna do?" Dean asked Sam, "Gonna live some apple-pie life? Is that it?"

"Yeah, sounds better than this bullcrap!"

Dean snorts, "And that's why you ran away."

"I was just going to college," Sam tries to reason, "Dad was the one who said if I went, that he never wanted to see my face again."

"Yeah, but dad's in trouble right now If he's not dead already. I can feel it... Besides, I can't do this on my own."

"Yes, you can," Sam counters.

"Yeah, but I don't want to... Sammy, please just this one time. After that, you can go back to Jess, and live the life you always wanted."

Sam sighs. This argument was going nowhere. "What was he hunting?" Sam asks.

{Outside Sam's Apartment}

Dean opens the trunk of his Impala, revealing all the weapons needed for hunting.

"So when dad left, why didn't he take you with him?" Sam asks.

"I was hunting on my own," Dean responses.

"Alone? So, you weren't with him, Why?" Sam questions

"I'm twenty-two, dude. I was working on some Voodoo thing down in New Orleans."

Pulling out a stack of papers, Dean shows Sam the locations where their father had been, "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop, just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy --" Dean hands Sam the News article, "They found his car, but he'd vanished. Completely M.I.A."

"Maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April," Dean shuffles through the papers showing men of different ages and race that have gone missing, "Another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92-- ten of them over the past twenty years -- All men, all same five-mile stretch of road."

Opening a bag, Dean reveals a map, "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, and then I get this voicemail."

Dean pulls out his phone from his jeans back pocket. Clicking on the play button a distorted voice appeared, it was John:

"Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to figure out what's going on." However some static appeared, but the message continued, "Be careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

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

"Not bad, Sammy," Dean comments, "Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shakes his head as Dean continues, "Alright I slowed the message down and ran it through a GoldWave, took out the hiss, and got a creepy chick's voice."

Another voice appears on Dean's phone, this time a female's voice, whispering

"I can never go home..."

Dean puts his equipment away, and he turns to his little brother. "You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Sam exhales deeply, tired of everything, "All right, I'll go. But I have to get back first thing on Monday."

Dean nods, "Alright."

Jericho, California

{Centennial Highway}

The night was dark and dreary.

The man continues his drive down the highway as he talked on his phone.

A female is on the phone with him, "How long are you going to be in Cali?"

"Not long," Jack replied.

"And you didn't want me to come because?"

"You hunt by yourself?" Jack chuckles, "Why can't I?"

"I know," the girl replies, "But still, I don't want you to be alone. You haven't done this before. You are new to this."

"Babe," Jack spoke, "I'll be fine."

"Fine... Don't you dare come home being possessed by a demon," Jack's girlfriend threatens

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I love you."

The girl response with her own, "I love you", and with that Jack ends his call.

A mysterious woman then appears on the side of the road.

Despite his gut telling him to continue his merry way, Jack pulls over and rolls down the window, "Hey... Do you need a ride?".

The wind begins to howl, causing the trees to dance to it's him.

"Take me home," her voice said, despite not moving her lips.

Jack felt enamored by the female. Not in the sense of love at first sight, but perhaps something else.

Without thinking, Jack spoke, "Yeah... Sure get in." He opens the passenger door and she gets in. Jack sees her more clearly, she wore a lacy lose white dress with her cleave exposing.

Jack averted his eyes. He had a girlfriend, what the hell was he thinking?

"You know, you shouldn't be walking around here, right?" Jack asks the strange woman.

The girl in the white dress only stared blankly at Jack, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

He looks at her then looks at her cleavage by mistake.

"Come home with me?"

Jack lips move, "N-No..."

The ghost blinks. This was a first...

"Please?"

Jack turns away from the girl and starts his car once again. He shakes his head, ridding the perverted thoughts from his mind.

This angers the woman she grips Jack neck, causing him to lose his breath and lose circulation.

Muffled screams fill the car, as Jack wails in pain.

And suddenly, blood splatters throughout the inside of the vehicle.

Jack phone rings, His girlfriend is calling, it keeps ringing and ringing until it goes to voicemail.

Jericho, California: Next day

{Gas Station}

Sam waits in his brother's Impala, silently regretting coming on this adventure as he looks through his brother's music. It was a shoe box filled with cassettes of 80's rock and roll music.

The brothers were in a gas station as Dean went to get food and fill up on gas.

"How'd you pay for that?" Sam nods his head towards Deans junk food, "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Well, hunting isn't exactly a high paying job."

Dean closes the car's gasoline compartment, and slide into his car.

"What names did you sign up for this time?" Sam asks.

"Uh... Bert Aframian and his son, Hector."

Sam laughs, "Sounds about right... Also, you gotta update your music!"

"Oh come on, Sammy, this is the best of the best from the 80s," Dean says. He turns his key into the ignition and slides in another cassette, this time of Metallica, "Now this is real music," he laughs.

"Are you kidding? It's the greatest hits of the mullet rock," Sam retorts.

As Sam reaches his hand to turn off his brother's music, Dean slaps his hand away. "Driver picks the music, Sammy, shotgun shuts his cakehole -- house rules."

"Sammy is a chubby-faced twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"

Dean snorts in response, "Can't hear you, the music is way more awesome than you."

{On The Road/Centennial Highway}

The boys continue their journey to deeper into Jericho. Their car passing mountains and forest as Dean drives.

Sam shuts off his phone and turns to Dean, "All right, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or the morgue, so that's good news."

Dean slows down as his eyes catch sight of something rather odd on a highway bridge. There were police vehicles surrounding another vehicle that was stained with blood.

"Check that out," Dean nods to the crime scene. Sam follows his brother's gaze, as Dean parks on the side of the road.

There were two police cars, making Dean feel a bit uneasy. He reaches over to the compartment where Sam was located in. He pulls out a small wooden box and opens it. Sam's eyes widen as Dean revealed it to be false identifications of the FBI.

Dean smiles at Sam, "Let's go."

The sheriff turns to his fellow comrades who searched the forest, "Did you find anything?"

"No! Nothing!"

The sheriff sighs and turns to his assigned partner.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints -- nothin'," his partner spoke.

Sam and Dean walk up to the two officers, but they don't notice until Dean begins to speak, "You had another one last month, didn't you?"

"And who are you?" the sheriff questions.

Dean opens a wallet to reveal his picture, a federal badge, and documentation. "Federal Marshals," Dean answers.

"You two are pretty young for marshalls, aren't you?" the sheriff debates.

Dean chuckles, "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." He walks closer to the crime scene, and continues, "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, about a mile up the road. There's been other before that, though."

"So this victim?" Sam involves himself in the conversation as curiosity aroused from him, "You knew him?"

"Nope," the sheriff shakes his head, "A town like this, everybody knows everybody. He must be a newbie or was passing through."

"Any connections between the victims?" Dean asks, "Besides being male?"

"No, not so far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory?" Sam interrogates.

"We don't have any..."

Dean scorns, "That is exactly the type of police work I'd expect out of you guys."

Sam elbows Dean's side, making him grunt, "Thank you for your time, gentlemen."

The two brothers walk away as the policemen watch with wary eyes.

As the two walk to their own vehicle, Dean takes his revenge on Sam and smacks him on the back of his head (though having to reach a little due to his very tall frame).

"Ow!" Sam hisses, "What was that for?"

"Why did you have to elbow me?" Dean remarks.

"Why do you have to talk to the cops like that?" Sam counters.

Dean turns to him, stopping Sam in his tracks, "They don't really know what's going on. We're practically alone on this. If we're gonna find dad, we're gonna have to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

Sam clears his throat as his gaze trails to something behind Dean. Dean turns around to find three men.

Two of them were dressed in suits with a puffy, dark navy blue jacket, with 'FBI' written in bold yellow, while the other was in regular police wear and wore a cowboy hat.

"Can I help you boys?" the policeman asks.

"No," Dean affirms, "We were just leaving." Dean acknowledges the two suited men that walk past him, "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully."

Dean and Sam continue their journey, ignoring the agitate gaze of the policeman that was with the two agents.

{Town's Diner}

Sam and Dean sit inside the town's local diner. Dean gazed longingly at the mouth-watering display of sweets that lined up with the diner's cash register.

Sam snaps his fingers in front of his brother, "Hey!"

Dean snaps out of his trance, "Huh?"

Sam nods his head over to two gothic girls.

"I didn't know you were into those types of chicks, Sammy."

Sam quietly scoffs, "No... Just listen."

"Amy," the black haired teen spoke, "It just some kid story that your mom uses to make sure your brother comes home."

Amy shakes her head, "Oh, come on, Sallie. All the guys in this town are going missing."

Dean stands up from his table, as Sam tries to stop him. Dean slides into the seat across from the two young women.

"Hello, ladies," he smiles, "I couldn't help, but overhear your conversation."

Sadie groans, "Great, now a cute guy think I'm weird."

Dean chuckles, "No, not at all. I'm actually kind of interest in this 'story' you're talking about."

Sam, exasperated, slides into the seat next to Dean frightening the teens.

"Don't worry, Bigfoot is with me," Dean remarks as he ignores Sam's glare.

Amy pursed her lips, "Well, it's just -- I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk..."

"Talk about what?" Sam and Dean say in unison.

Amy sighs and continues explaining, "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on centennial like decades ago. Well, supposedly, she still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up -- well, they don't come back..."

{Town's Local Library}

Dean types on the library's computer, on a website specifically for the Jericho settlement. He enters "Female Murder Centennial Highway" into the Keywords bar. Despite his attempts, he found nothing.

No results found.

"Let me--" Sam tries reaching for the keyboard only to have his brother push his hand away.

"I got it." Sam glares at his older brother and pushes him aside, causing Dean's chair to roll him away from the computer. "Dude!" Sam turns to the computer's monitor, only to have Dean drives his fist into his shoulder. "You're such a control freak," Dean grumbles.

Sam shakes his head, ignoring his brother's childish antics. He continues his virtual search, as he talks with Dean, "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"

"Yeah," Dean responses.

"Then maybe it's not murder."

Sam deletes the word 'Murder' and replaces it with 'Suicide'. Once he presses the search icon, a result appears that shows a link:

'Suicide on Centennial'.

Dean kept his face blank, but couldn't help but feel impressed by his brother. Sam clicks the link and commented, "The suicide was in 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

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

"Yeah," Sam reports, "An hour before they find her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtubs. She leaves them alone for a little, then comes back and they aren't breathing. Both die."

"Hmm," Dean hums in response.

Sam reads off the website some more, "'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch."

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asks Sam as they see a black and white picture of police investigating on a highway bridge.

{Centennial Highway}

The stars hung above them as if they were strung in the air by invisible strings. The river's water reflects the moon's glow, basking in its glory.

"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean comments, as he looks over Centennial Bridge only to see the water beneath it.

"So you think dad would have been here?" Sam asks Dean.

"Well," Dean states, "He's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him."

"Okay, so now what?" Sam questions.

"Now, we keep digging till we find him," Dean answers in a 'duh' tone, "It might take a while."

"Dean," Sam says a few feet behind him, "I told you I've got to get back by --"

"Monday," Dean cuts him off, "Right, I know. What's the big deal about Monday anyway?"

"I got an interview for law school," Sam answers.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean asks, "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Yeah, I am. I have this thing called a normal life. And I kinda want to get back to it."

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean pesters. "I mean does she know the things you've done?"

"No," Sam speaks, "And she's never going to know."

Dean scoffs, "Well, that's healthy."

"Like the 10,000 girlfriends you have been in is?"

"You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"And what's that?" Sam's brow frown.

"One of us," Dean smirks.

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

Dean growls, "Well, you have a responsibility."

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

Dean finally snaps. He grips Sam by the collar of his jacket and forces him against the metallic structure of the bridge. The two brother stare each other down, letting their emotions cloud their judgment.

"Don't talk about the mom like that," Dean asserts. He wanted to say so many things. 'Juno and I had to watch you and Amber every damn day and you think you didn't have a normal life? Hell, I bet you Amber and Juno are hunting or doing something decent better than your sorry ass.'

Dean releases Sam from his tight hold. He turns away from him to find a woman in a white dress standing on the edge of the bridge. "Sam," Dean says.

Sam steps closer, also seeing the strange woman. The woman's head turns towards the brothers, her curly locks dancing in the wind. Her hand releases one of the bridges' pillars and she descends into the water.

Sam and Dean run towards the other side of the bridge. They look over below.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asks.

"I don't know," Sam responses.

The brothers turn as they hear the sound of a car ignition springing to life.

"What the --"

Dean stops as Sam wonders aloud, "Who's driving your car?"

The Impala starts, the tires screeching as they are forced to go over the speed limit. The boys' eyes widen as Impala began to drive itself towards them. Sam and Dean immediately run from the self-driving vehicle.

"Come on, Dean!" Sam encourages his brother, "Let's go! Go!"

The boys run, their legs pushing them to go further. But they knew that they would not be able to outrun the car, so the boys rush to the side of the bridge. And without a second thought, they jump off and the haunted car screeches to a halt.

Sam grunts as he pulls himself up, towards the Centennial Highway. His nervous breath slows, however worry began to consume him as he didn't see his older brother. He looks beneath him to find a figure covered in mud and water. He shouts, "Dean!"

"What?" Dean responses as he pulls himself out of the water.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Tiredly, Dean lays against the uncomfortable rocks that covered the river's shore. "I'm super," Dean responses sarcastically.

Dean shuts the trunk of his car as Sam appeared by his side, "Car alright?"

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick -- what a bitch!"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Dean sighs as he sits on the trunk of his car. "So where's the trial go from here, genius?" Sam remarks.

Dean throws his arms upward in exasperation. He pauses for a minute as he realizes he is still covered in dirt.

Sam sniffs, and turns to his brother, "You smell like a toilet."

{HOTEL}

Dean plants a credit card onto the reception desk, "One room, please."

The man looks at the FirstBank card and asks,"You here for a reunion or something?"

The boys gazed at the old man with perplexed eyes.

"What do you mean?" Sam questions.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month."

Dean turns to Sam, both having the same idea in mind.

As Sam and Dean leave the lobby, a black motorcycle roars come to a stop as she parks in front of the hotel building.

A short figure adjusts her leather jacket on properly, as she hops off her vehicle. She takes off her helmet, making her infinity wrist tattoo peak from her sleeve as she moved. She shakes her head, making her long, wavy, mud-brown hair escape from the helmet's confinement. She unstraps her camera bag, a Canon EOS 7D DSLR, containing all of her materials and shrugs it onto her shoulder.

Pushing open the door, a small ring signified the receptionist of the newcomer.

The brown-eyed girl walks into the lobby and says to the old man, "Hi, I want a room, please. Just one night for now."

{Bert Aframian's Room}

Sam unlocks the door and peeks inside. The room was empty, no one was inside. He grabs Dean, who was turned around, lost in his own mind, and pulls him by the back of his leather jack into the room.

The boys, surprised, looked around the room. Their father's plan laid scattered around the room, including some food.

"I don't think he's been in here for a couple of days, at least," Dean concludes.

Sam crouches towards the ground to find a circle of salt lingering on the carpeted floor. His fingers brush against the salt line, "Salt, cat's eyes shelled. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean looks at the scribbled on paper that was hung on the room's walls.

"What do you got here?" Sam asks.

"Centennial Highway Victims," Dean states. Gazing at each male, a question arose from Dean, "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities. What do these guys have in common?"

Sam turns to the other side of the room, where two pictures that looked drawn out of a horror story book was taped to the wall. One picture held two bald men being burned at the stake as another man, one with a beard and stick in hand, watches. The other was a skeleton who played an instrument with a serpent slipping out of it, and five frighten men.

Sam's eyes flicker to other papers and drawings the hung on the wall, and one of them catches his gaze.

'Woman In White.'

Sam walks over and pulls on the cord of a lamp that sat on a small wooden desk. The light shined upon a picture of women in a white dress. "Dad figured it out," Sam announced.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

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

"You sly dog," Dean comments as he turns back to look at more of his father's notes. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness," Sam suggested.

"No, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No," Sam sighs, "Not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. That is if he's still alive."

"Hmm..." Dean ponders, "All right, why don't you see if you can find an address? I'm gonna get cleaned up."

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, stopping his brother from entering the bathroom, "What I said earlier about mom and dad -- I'm sorry."

Dean holds up a hand, stopping his brother from continuing his rambling, "No chick-flick moments."

Sam scoffs, "Alright, Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean retorts, causing Sam to chuckle.

Sam walks closer towards a vanity in the middle of the room. His eyes note a creased picture of John with his four children when they were young. Juno, Amber, Sam, and Dean. All propped up on the back of John's pickup truck. Sam grabs the photograph and smiles fondly at the memory.

"Hey, it's me," Jessica's voice says over Sam's voicemail, "It's about 10:20..."

"Hey, man," Dean interrupts as he comes out of the bathroom, "I'm gonna grab something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"No," Sam responses.

"Aframian's buying."

"Mnh-mnh," Sam shakes his head.

And with that, Dean steps out of the hotel room and slips on his dark brown leather jacket. As he walks, he turns to see two officers, the sheriff, and his partner standing and conversing with the receptionist.

The receptionist points towards Dean, making him frown. Dean turns away and opens his cellphone.

Sam continues to listen to Jess' voicemail. Her last comment being, 'Come back home soon. I love you.'

Sam then see a call coming from Dean. "What?" he asks.

"Five-0, dude," Dean answers, "You gotta bounce."

"What? What about you?"

"Uh," Dean answers awkwardly, "They kind of spotted me. Go find dad."

Closing his phone, Dean turns to the officers with a grin on his face, "Problem, officers?"

"Where's your partner?" asks the sheriff.

"Partner? What -- What partner?"

The sheriff turns to his partner and motions him to find Sam in the hotel room. Sam hides against the curtain, as he checked to see the officer coming. He glanced and noticed that the policeman does as he is told and goes to search the area, causing Sam to rush away from the window.

"So fake US marshal, fake credit cards," the sheriff comments, "Is there anything you have that is real?"

Dean couldn't help but snicker, as he states, "My boobs."

Immediately, Dean is slammed against the hood of the police car and the sheriff begins his 'rights' speech as Dean is handcuffed.

{Police Interrogation Office}

"So you want to give us your real name?" a policeman walks inside carrying a box filled with paper.

"I told you," Dean says, "It's Nugent, Ted Nugent."

The policeman places the box onto the wooden table, "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."

"We talk, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?"

"You got the faces of 10 missings persons taped to your wall, along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."

"That makes sense. Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was 3," Dean remarks.

"I know you got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing."

"So tell me, Dean..." The deputy reaches into the box and pulls out a sealed leather-bound journal, "Is this his?" Dean gazed at the man surprised, proving the officer's suspicion. "I thought that mind is your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out," the man opened the journal and pages to flip through each page while showing Dean, "I mean it's nine kinds of crazy, but I found this too." In almost 20 pages within the book, a clear, white page had Dean's name on it followed by '35-111'. Dean blankly stared at the man, tired of his rambling. "Now, you're staying right here till out tell me exactly what the hell that means."

"It's my high school locker combo."
Before the deputy could respond to Dean, a knock came from the door.

The deputy let out a heavy sigh. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" He asked Dean.

"No."

"Good," he handcuffed him to the table then left to see who it was.

{Joseph Wretch's Home}

The door opens to reveal an old man with a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a wizened face and a back slightly hunched.

"Uh, hi," Sam spoke to the elderly man, "Are you, Joseph Welch?"

"Yeah," nodded the man.

Looking at the creased picture of John, Juno, Amber, Sam, and Dean, Joseph replies to Sam's question about John, "Yeah, that's him, but older. He came by three or, maybe, four days ago. He said he was a reporter."

Sam nods, "That's right, we're working on a story together."

"Well," the man says as he trudged alongside Sam through his junkyard, "I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on -- the questions he asked me."

"About your late wife, Constance."

"He asked me where she was buried," Joseph commented.

"And where is that, again?"

"What, I got to go through these twice?" Joseph asks, his clear southern accent seeping through his words.

"It's fact check," Sam answered, "If you don't mind."

"In a plot behind my old place over on Breckenridge."

"Why did you move?"

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died," Joseph explains.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?"

"Hell no. Constance -- she was the love of my life, prettiest woman I've ever known."

"So it was a happy marriage?"

There was clearly hesitant, a lingering pause, before Joseph spoke again, "Definitely."

Sam smiles, "Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time."

Turning, Sam heads towards the Impala. He grips the door's handle, but he didn't open it. He left it there, lingering. His thoughts spun after he spoke with Mr. Welch.

"Mr. Welch?" Sam calls out to the old man before he leaves, "You ever heard of a woman in white?

"A what?" Mr. Welch turned.

"A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman. It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam leaves the Impala's front door and walks closer to Joseph as he continued, "They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, you see, but all share the same story."

Joseph shakes his head, he thought this was ridiculous. "Boy, I don't care much for nonsense."

"But you see when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them, and these women basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own life. 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."

"Y-You think..." Tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down Joseph's face. He could feel the muscles of his chin trembling like a small child. He stutters, "You think that has something to do with Constance, you smartass?"

Sam stared directly into the old man's teary gaze, "You tell me."

"I mean, maybe -- maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children." Joseph glares at Sam, and growls, "Now, you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back."

{Police Interrogation Room}

About five minutes later he came back in, the deputy returns to the isolated room.

"Congratulations Dean, it looks like you got someone who actually cares about you," he states as he uncuffs him.

When Dean left the police station a familiar voice calls his name, "Hey, Dean"

As he looks up, his eyes widen. "Where the hell have you been?"

{Centennial Highway}

Nighttime had aroused, and Sam was driving the Impala down the long empty highway. His cellar device rings, and he pulls it out of his coat pocket. He turns it on and answers the call.

"Hey, Sammy?" It was Dean.

"How did you get out?" Sam immediately question.

"Guess who I found?" Dean muses.

"Dad?"

"No, asshole!" a female voice is heard in the background.

"Amber?" Sam says.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Amber laughs, "We have a winner. Here is your prize, captain obvious."

"Listen," Dean interrupts her, "We got to talk."

"Tell me about it," Sam scoffs, "So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house."

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean tries to interrupt him, however, his brother continues.

"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

"Well, that's what he's trying to tell you," Amber spoke, "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What?" Sam questions, "How do you know?"

"I got his journal," Dean answers

"He doesn't go anywhere without that," Sam objects.

"He did this time..." Amber commented.

"What does it say?"

"Same old ex-Marine crap," Dean replies, "When he wants us to know where he's going -- Coordinates."

"Where to?"

"I have no idea."

"Dean, what the hell is going on?"

As Sam continues down the road, his eyes widen. He drops his phone and lets out a startled, "Whoa!" The woman in white appeared before him, standing in front of the Impala. The car drives through the ghost. Sam screeches the tires to a halt as he tries to steady his breathing.

"Sam?" Dean spoke over the phone, but his voice was unheard.

The Woman In White appears in the Impala's back seat.

"Take me home," she spoke. "Take. Me. Home."

"No," Sam growled. The Woman In White uses her ability and locks Sam within the vehicle, trapping him. Sam struggles with the car's locks, but it was no use.

She then makes the Impala drive on its own, causing the engine to rev and tires to squeal.

{Constance's House}

The Impala arrives at an abandoned home. The wood dull with age, the roof cracked, and the windows boarded up.

"Don't do this," Sam encourages the ghost.

The woman looks at her home with longing, tears burning her chocolate orbs. "I can never go home," the ghost whispered brokenly.

"You're scared to go home," Sam commented. He then quickly turns around once he notices the ghost disappeared from his rearview mirror.

Suddenly, the woman in white appeared next to Sam, in the passenger seat. With her inhuman speed, she climbs on top of Sam causing him to groan in pain.

"Hold me," the ghost spoke seductively, "I'm so cold."

Sam glared at the girl, and growled, "You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been." He groans in pain as the ghost dug her hands into his flesh.

"You will be," her cold breath brushed against Sam's ear. The Woman In White places her cold lips against Sam's, moving in a feverish kiss. During the unwanted moment, Sam reaches for the Impala's keys, which remained in the ignition, but fails.

The ghost's beauty flickers in the dark, revealing her dead body before she vanished into thin air. Sam sighed as he thought he was safe. However, a scream escapes his lips once he feels an unnatural pain within him. The ghost flickers back into existence. Sam look down towards his chest to see patches of small blood develop on his shirt as the ghost dugs her hand deeper into his chest. Sam continues to scream and gasp in pain.

"Hey! " Amber shouts, "He doesn't want you. So why don't you be a doll and let him go, now!"

Before the ghost can vanish, wasting no time, Amber grabs her pistol and fires three rounds of bullets into the driver's front seat. The bullets shattering the glass of the driver's window.

Sam took his chance and turned the Impala's keys. "I'm taking you home," he grumbles.

VROOM!

"SAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dean cried as he watched Sam speed off. Sam drives the Impala straight into the old home. Dean and Amber rush inside, through the gigantic hole Sam made.

Dean rushes towards his little brother, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Sam groans as he gets out of the car.

"Not you!" Dean rolled his eyes. He hugs the back of the Impala as if it were an enormous pet. "Don't worry baby, it'll be okay."

Amber punches Dean's shoulder, "Dean doesn't be an asshole!" She turns towards her twin brother, "Taking her home," Amber laughs, "Nice idea."

The ghost reappears. Throughout the destruction, the woman picks up a framed photo of her and her two beloved children. She gazed at the picture with overwhelming guilt.

She then turns to the three Winchesters and glares. She tosses the picture aside.

"Oh, come on! Bitch, why are you back?! " Amber whines.

VROOM!

"What the hell is that?" Dean questions.

"Oh hell no..." Amber mutters under her breath. It was her motorcycle.

It flies in the air heading toward the three at full speed.

"DUCK!" Sam cries.

The black colored motorcycle lands inside the home, with a loud 'Crash!'

The three duck just in time, however, a groan escapes their lips as they hit the ground hard.

"NO! DAMN IT! YOU BITCH!" Amber roars, her voice laced with fierceness.

"Mommy," two voices of small children come from the top of the steps.

The Woman In White turns to face two silhouettes of her children, one boy, and one girl. Each holding hands with the other, and each dressed in what appeared to be school clothing.

The lights flicker to life. And the two children swiftly appear before their mother. "You came home to us."

The ghost releases an ear piercing howl as the two children embrace their mother in a tight hold. The three Winchesters watch in amazement as The ghost began to wither away as her cries echo through the vast house. What appeared to be the ghost's essence, her spirit, began to deteriorate. A blue glow resonates within her as the mother's cries continue on as she struggles to escape her children's grasp. However, she fails, and both she and her children are diminished into nothing, their spirit seeping into the floorboards of the partly destroyed home.

The Winchester's heavy breathing could be heard throughout the room. They each stood in place as they try to recollect from what they just witnessed. The three siblings stand up and walk towards where the ghost vanished.

"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean comments.

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

"You found her weak spot," Amber smirked. "Nice work, Sammy," she spoke as she patted his shoulder, though due to his enormous height she had to reach.

"I wish I could say the same for you," Sam remark to his twin sister. "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey, saved your ass," Amber pointed out. "Okay, so I need you guys to take me to Black Bottle Ridge, Colorado.," Amber tells them.

"Who cares?" Dean retorts. He leaves his siblings' sides and checks the love of his life -- the Impala. He bends down a little to observe his car. "By the way, Sam," Dean spoke, "If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam only responded with a chuckle.

"Um, hello, asswipes," Amber interrupts the two boys, "I gotta a guy who can fix my bike... He owes me. He may be able to fix up your Impala."

"Fine."

"Great!"

{Diner}

After pulling both the Impala and Amber's motorcycle out of the wreckage, the Winchesters drive to a nearby diner.

Sam reads off a local map and his father's journal as Dean ate a burger loaded with bacon and Amber nagged her oldest sibling.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You and dad have a whole bunch of credit card fraud and you somehow didn't get caught."

"How else did you think dad paid for your stuff teddy bear when you were three?" Dean remarks.

"What do you even do for a living? "

"Hunting," Dean explains in a 'duh' tone.

"Hunting isn't everything, Dean," Sam interrupted the conversation.

"Wai, you don't hunt? Oh, that's right all you do is study and other stuff at that prissy school... You really need a life, your Facebook page is so boring."

"That's cause I stopped using it," Sam retorts, "Besides, who the hell uses a Facebook nowadays?"

"I use everything Sam. It helps with my job "

Dean interrupts the arguing pair by asking Sam if he found anything useful.

"Yeah," Sam replies, "Here's where dad went. It's called Black Bottle Ridge, Colorado."

"Same place we're going," Dean comments, as he nods his head towards Amber. "How far?" he asks Sam.

"About 600 miles."

"well then it looks like we should stay a night here then go to good o Colorado "

The waitress comes back with the check: $25.00

"I got it," Amber juts down a 20 and 5 dollar bill.

"Amber? Where did you get the money? Did you Rob a someone?" Dean muses.

She rolled her chocolate orbs, "No, you idiot. Unlike you and Sam, I not completely normal nor a hunter. I do have a job, you know."

She ignores Dean's comment as he muttered under his breath, "When have you ever been normal?"

"If we shag ass, right now," Amber says, "We can make it by morning."

Sam looks towards his sister, "Amber, um..."

"You're not going?" she notices Sam's hesitation.

"My interview for law school is in ten hours. I gotta be there."

She huffs, "Fine... But I call shotgun."

The Winchester siblings pile into the Impala. Amber made sure that Dean called Bobby so he could pick up her bike.

{Outside Sam's Apartment}

The Impala's engine comes to a stop as Dean arrives at the front entrance of Sam's home. The back door of the Impala opens and Sam steps out of the car.

"You two call me when you find him," He turns to face them, "Maybe I can meet up with you later?"

"What? Sam, we just got back together... Come on, Sammy. We shared the same womb, at the same time, and birthday, and almost everything."

"Just..." Sam sighs, stopping himself before he could say anything rash. "Just tell me when you find him. And be safe"

"Alright," Dean interrupts. The engine of the Impala runs over. But before Sam could walk into his apartment, Dean stops him. "Sam." His little brother turns to face him. "You know, we made one hell of a team back there."

Sam smiles, "Yeah." The Winchester then leaves after watching the Impala, carrying his two other siblings, drive away.

As they drive away Amber breaks the silence.

"Dean, turn around."

{Inside Sam's Apartment}

Sam unlocked the door and slipped inside his Apartment. "Jess?" he called out. "You home?"

He follows the sounds of running water coming from his room. The bathroom within the couple's shared bedroom had the light on while the door was closed.

Tired, Sam trudges towards his bed and lets himself fall on top of the rigidity mattress. His eyes fall to a close and he exhales deeply as the warmth of his bed surround his tall frame. Not a few seconds pass until something drips on his forehead.

'What the hell?' he thought. Sam opens his eyes, and he releases a choking gasp that was lodged in his throat. He looked at the ceiling above him to find Jess laying dead on the roof. Her short, pink nightgown stained with blood on her abdomen and her skin a deadly gray hue.

"No!" Sam cries. Promptly, Jess' skin began to be eaten away by flames.

"Sam!" Dean shouts as he kicked down his brother's apartment door.

Still, in his bedroom, Sam cried, "Jess!"

Amber and Sam rush towards Sam's shouting. They find the roof of his bedroom ablaze and Sam lost in a terrifying trance.

"Sam! Sam!" Amber tries to grab his attention, but her twin doesn't move.

"No! No!" Sam continued.

Amber and Dean then pull him out of the bed. "SAMMY, COME ON!" Amber shouts.

Sam struggled in their grasp, "Jess! Jess, no!"

Quickly running out of the bedroom, Amber and Dean continue to drag Sam out of his apartment. Then an explosion ignites.

{Outside Sam's Apartment}

Police and Firefighters arrived at the scene. Everyone in the building had successfully made it out... All, but one, that is.

"It was a candle. Some idiot must have been playing around with it."

Dean turns away from the crowd of people who were gossiping about the ordeal. He found his brother rummaging through the trunk of his car.

Dean turns to his brother, with no words in mind. Sam cocks the rifle he pulled out of the car and glanced back at Dean, a look of deep pain and sorrow within his eyes.

Amber goes to her twin Amber appears by his side, "Sam, I know how you are feeling..."

"How?", He asks, coldly, "How the hell do you know what I am going through? I barely know you! You changed. You left me! What happened to us always sticking together? Huh? Heck, I bet once you get you stupid bike fixed you're gonna go back to whatever life you had filled with you being a whore going to whatever desperate man that's willing to sleeping with you."

Amber nose wrinkles up with anger. Her nails dig into her fist. She was about to beat the crap out of him, but Dean healed her back.

"Amber, calm down. Sam, what the hell?"

Sam sighs. His sister was just trying her best to support Sam, but she was never good with emotions. Sam mustered up a small smile, knowing his twin and his brother were doing their best. Sam then apologizes to Amber.

Sam tosses the rifle back into the Impala's trunk. "We got work to do," he announces to his brother and sister.

END OF EPISODE ONE