When Ana woke up and regained conscious, she was laying on the hood of the Impala. Luckily, she wasn't as muddy and dirty as Dean was outside of a cut on her cheek as that was the only wound that she has. Dean turned his head towards Ana and saw that she was moving a little.

"Hey, baby. You, okay?" Dean asked her as Ana nodded her head. "Dean's dirty finger gently traced over the cut on her cheek. "It looks pretty deep."

"Great." Ana says unenthuastic about her cut being deep. Dean offered her a small smile.

"There is a first aid kit in the back." Dean says as Sam nods his head before he went to go get the first aid kit. Dean turned his head towards Ana as he lightly kissed her cheek.

"You smell like a toilet." Ana mumbled which made Dean nod his head.

"Yeah, I know, baby." Dean says to her as he kissed her cheek again, letting her know that it's okay.

When Sam came back with the first aid kit, and like always Dean had to hold Ana down. Knowing that she doesn't like when she gets hurt especially on hunts because Dean has to practically hold her down just to take care of her injuries and or wounds.

At a motel, Dean holds a fake MasterCard to the clerk. Dean is still dirty as Sam and Ana are behind him. Ana is still in her slightly dirty clothes, they're mainly slightly dirty because of Dean being dirty and him having to hold her in his arms when Sam disinfected her cheek where she had the cut.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked as Ana was leaning against Sam, which he didn't mind.

"What do you mean?" Ana asks the clerk.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk says as Dean looks at Sam.

The motel door swings open as Sam is on the other side of Ana as she is skillfully picking a lock with a paper clip. When she finishes picking the paper clip in her pocket. She stands up as Dean is keeping a look out, until Sam reaches out of the room and yanks his brother's arm and dragging him inside the room. Ana closes the door once Sam and Dean are inside.

The three of them look around, every surface has papers pinned on it, maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes, etc. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous material symbol. Ana scrunched her nose in disgust as it also has a soul smell from the expired food in the room. She made a gagging sound.

"Blech." Ana says as Dean turns 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, as Dean sniffs the burger and recoils.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days." Dean says as Ana gave her boyfriend a look as she rolled her eyes at him.

Ana fingers the salt on the floor and looks up. "Salt, cat-eye shells.... he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Ana says.

Dean looks at the papers covering one wall. "What have you got here?" Sam asks.

"Centennial Highway victims." Ana reads as Sam nods his head.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs--"

"Ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

"They're all male." Ana piped up which made Sam snicker at her comment.

"Annie, not helping." Dean says which made a giggle escape her lips.

Dean and Sam look 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 print out of the Jericho Herald article on Constance's suicide.

"Dad figured it out." Sam says, as Dean and Ana turn to look.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Sam says as Dean looks at the photos of Constance's victims.

"You sly dogs." Dean says as he turns back to Sam. "Alright, so if we're dealing with a woman in white. Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean says.

"She might have another weakness." Sam says.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean says as he crosses Sam. "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 says. "If he's still alive."

Sam goes to look at something else. Dean looks at the picture below the Herald article of a woman in a white dress.

"Alright. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address. Me and Annie are going to get cleaned up." Dean says as he practically dragged Ana towards the bathroom.

"Hey Dean?" Sam asks, as Dean stops and turns back. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad. I'm sorry."

Dean holds up a hand. "No chick-flick moments." Dean says as Sam laughs and nods.

"Alright, Jerk." Sam says.

"Bitch." Dean adds.

"Idiots." Ana mumbles under her breath which made the two brothers laugh a little.

"Okay, missy." Dean says to Ana as he gave her a look which made her pout. "Don't give me that look, Annie." Dean says sounding like he is scolding a child. To him, Annie is a child. Just in a grown-up form.

After Dean and Ana got cleaned up the three of them got ready for bed. Dean cleared off the bed for him and Ana. Mostly for Ana his princess. His princess that makes him want to rip his hair out sometimes, but he loves her anyway.

Dean brings Ana into his arms holding her close as her head is on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss onto her forehead. He feels her body loosen up a little being in his arms. "I love you baby." He whispers in her ear which made her sleepily kiss his cheek, which only made him smile even more.

God, he loves her. He would give her everything in the entire world, if she asks. He would give her all of the love that her little heart desires. He won't admit it, but him and Ana are...soulmates.

They are meant to be together.

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What woke Dean up in the morning was the movements of Ana getting up. He manages to open an eye as his vision is blurry from sleeping, once his eye's adjusted Ana is already in the bathroom. He rubs his hand over his face as he turns back over on the bed, wanting to get some more sleep. He looks over at his watch and it is three in the morning. He sighs into the pillow. He looks over at Sam and he is still asleep as his snores are the only noise in the room.

Who knew he snored? When does he snore?

A couple moments later Dean heard the sound of the toilet flushing, and the sink going. Moments later, Ana walked out of the bathroom, with her hair slightly messy from moving around in her sleep, and the sides her shirt had risen up, which only made her look more adorable. Dean felt Ana's arms around him, which made him smile.

"I's love you." Ana says sleepily which almost sounds like she's drunk but she's not, just her being groggy in the morning. Which is another thing that he loves about her. For some strange reason.

"I's love you too, baby." Dean mumbles to her which makes her kiss his bare shoulder. She only hugged him slightly tighter as she had a leg around him keeping him close. "You're just enjoying this, aren't you?" He asks her, as this position is supposed to be the other way around. He is supposed to be the big spoon, and she is supposed to be the little spoon. Not the other way around. Though however, he isn't entirely complaining.

"What makes you say that?" Ana asks groggily which makes Dean chuckle at her.

"This is supposed to be the other way around, you know that, right?" Dean says as Ana presses another kiss on his shoulder, which made Dean smile at her. "You're lucky you're cute."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ana asks as she poked Dean's side which made him give her a side-eyed look, with a small shake of his head.

"I still love you though." Dean says to Ana as he shifted onto his back and brought Ana into his arms. So that she's on top of him. "My Princess."

a couple hours later

Dean and Ana went back to bed, as Ana is trapped in Dean's arms which neither of them are complaining though. They are both comfortable. Dean having Ana in his arms, and Ana being in Dean's arms. They act like a lovesick couple more so Dean. Which neither of them cares.

When Dean woke up and looked around him and Ana. The two of them were tangled up in each other. How they got into this position, they will never know. Nor do they want to know how they got into the position. Dean is almost always up before Ana, as she isn't a morning person, and he knows how she is in the morning. Like always he wakes her up in the best way (in his head) possible.

He moves a strain of her hair that somehow was in a ponytail. Then again Ana moves in her sleep so maybe she put her hair in a ponytail while she was sleeping. His brain is now starting to hurt of how her hair got this way. It is too early for his brain to start hurting. He presses a soft kiss on her cheek, as she moves a little in her sleep, which makes Dean only smile even more in the kiss. His lips trail from her cheek to her neck, then back up her cheek and then finally landing on her lips.

He has both of his hands on her sides keeping her still as he works his magic of waking her up. Which is working, as when his lips went to hers, she let out the softest moan, which only made her want to kiss her more, which he did. He wanted to hear her noises that she makes, not caring if Sam is on the other bed and or in the same room. If Dean wants to wake up Ana by having a slight make out session, he's going to wake her up by having a slight make out session. Then again, she's his. So, he can do what he wants to her. Not that she complains anyway.

His left hand moved to her cheek cupping her face into his hand, as then her eyes slowly opened, as she was used to it at this point. She was used to Dean's ways of waking her up, this being one of the many ways that he wakes her up. Not that she complains. When he first kissed her like this to wake her up, she gave him a black eye. Her fight or flight mode kicked in and she punched him in the face.

When Dean saw that she was awake, he smiled more in the kiss, as his fingers brushed against her cheek. He broke the kiss to look at his beautiful girlfriend underneath him. Seeing Ana all sleepy and tired in the morning is what gives Dean the will to continue every day. Seeing her like this only makes him love her even more.

"Morning Princess." Dean mumbles to her as he presses a kiss onto her forehead, as his lips linger on her kiss, as she hums a reply. Which makes him chuckle a little, God, he loves her. "I love you, so so much." Dean says to Ana as she gives him a sleepy smile.

Sometimes she wonders how she is even dating Dean. Despite their personality differences that they have, Dean is the gentlest guy that Ana has been with. She's only had two boyfriends in the past, neither of them lasted two years. A year at most, or a couple months. Except for a summer fling she had when she was seventeen, but he doesn't count. Dean treats her like the princess that she is. Even if she a pain in the ass sometimes, he wouldn't trade her for anything in the whole world.

"S'morning, baby." Ana mumbles sleepily to Dean which made him smile, as he pulled her onto his lap, holding her close. She looked so small in his arms, despite the height difference between the two. Everything about her made him want to fall in love with her over and over again. He loves everything about her. Her smile, her touch, her fingers, her everything.

"Hungry, baby?" Dean whispers in her ear, as he kisses under neath her ear, as his lips linger there. He felt her nodding her head, as he played with some of her hair. He moves his lips from under neath her ear to her lips, before he broke the kiss by pulling away so that the two of them could get dressed. Even if neither of them wanted to. If they could, they could be in each other's arms all day.

Like every morning, despite Sam being with them, Ana is slow moving, as she was comfortable underneath her boyfriend, until Dean had the audacity of pulling away, when he knew for a fucking fact that's not what she wanted. How rude. Dean got dressed, into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and his jacket. Ana slowly gets dressed of course with some assistance from Dean, because her balance sucks, even at nine am. Besides, Dean would take up on the offer any day.

After Ana got dressed without falling on her face, which she managed to do one time. In her defense, Dean was taking too long in the shower, so she got dressed more so impatiently got dressed, and she ended up breaking her wrist while getting dressed.

"Hey, college boy. Me and Ana are going to go grab something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?" Dean asks his brother who was already up. Dean making out with Ana was what woke him up, which made him gag, but whatever.

"No, I'm good." Sam says as Dean interlocked his hands with Ana.

"Aframian is buying." Dean says with a cheeky smile on his face, more so because Ana kissed his cheek.

Dean and Ana, walk out of the motel room, they look over and sees a police car where the motel clerk is talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein from yesterday at the bridge. The clerk points at Dean who turns away and pulls out his cell phone.

"Dude, five-O, take off." Dean says to his brother, as Sam stands up.

"What about you and Ana?" Sam asks.

"Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find Dad." Dean says as he hangs up the phone as the Deputies approach. He turns around, and grins at them, as Ana has an innocent smile on her face.

"Morning officers." Ana says as Jaffe gives her a look, which made her return with a tight-lipped smile.

"Problem, officers?" Dean asks.

"Where's your partner?" Jaffe asks.

"Partner? What, what partner? This girl is my partner, as I'm her boyfriend." Dean says as he slung an arm around Ana.

Jaffe glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. Hein heads over there, as Ana looks nervously at the window.

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

"My boobs." Dean says as he grins.

Jaffe slams the couple onto the hood of the cop car. "You two have the right to remain silent." Ana gives Dean a look that says, 'i hate you'. Which only made him grin even more.

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Sheriff Pierce enters the room carrying a box. He sets the box on the table at which Dean and Ana sit at. Dean is on one side and Ana is on the other side.

"So, you want to give us your real name, you two?" Sheriff Pierce says.

"I told you, its Nugent. Ted Nugent." Dean says which made Ana snicker at what he said, as he gave her a side-eyed look.

"I'm not so sure you realize just how much trouble you two are in." Sheriff Pierce says.

"We talkin' like misdemeanor kind of trouble, or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean says as Ana gave him a glare.

"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to both of your walls." Sheriff Pierce says as Dean looks away. "Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbos. You two, are officially suspects."

"That makes sense. Because when the first victim went missing in '82, I was three and the girl was a year old." Dean says.

"I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So, tell, me Dean." The Sheriff says as he tosses down a brown leather-covered journal on the table. "This his?"

Dean and Ana stare at it. The Sheriff sits on the edge of the table. He flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room.

"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out-I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." Sheriff Pierce says as Dean leans forward for a closer look. "But I found this too."

He opens the journal to a page that reads "DEAN 35-11" circled, with nothing else on that page. "Now. You two are stayin', right here till you two tell me exactly what the hell that means." Sheriff Pierce says as Dean stares down at the page, then looks up.

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Dean and Ana have been at the police station for hours, and it is already killing Ana. She's been quiet saying 'i don't know', or 'ask him', not really giving the Sheriff any real answers. Dean keeps denying that that is and still insisting it his high school locker combination.

Right, his high school locker combination in a journal full of supernatural stuff. Yeah, even that's stupid. Then again, Ana is dating stupid. No one said that Dean is smart though.

"We going to do this all night long?" Sheriff Pierce asks Dean, as there's a deputy leaning into the room.

"We just got a 911, shots fired at Whiteford Road." The deputy says as he cuffs both Ana and Dean to the table and then leaves.

Ana didn't waste any time of glaring at Dean, as he turned to her with a grin on his face. "Dude, wipe that smirk off your face." Ana says annoyed at Dean, as his smirk then slowly drops.

"Annie, its fine." Dean says to her as he sees a paper clip poking out of the journal and pulls it out and looks at it. He gets himself out of the cuffs, before he got Ana out of the cuffs.

Moments later, as the Sheriff and Deputy are gearing up to leave, both Ana and Dean are out of the handcuffs. Dean and Ana watches through the window in the door, as they duck out of sight as the Deputy approaches the door and waits. Minutes later, Dean helps Ana climb down the fire escape, as Ana is carrying John's journal.

Sam is driving the Impala when his phone rings. He pulls it out and answers it. Dean is in a phone booth, as his phone was confiscated but he didn't take the time to steal it back.

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know that's pretty illegal." Dean says with a grin, as Ana is smushed in the phone booth, but it's not the worst circumstance that she's been in.

"You two are welcome." Sam says as Ana could practically hear the grin on his face.

"Listen we gotta talk." Dean says to his brother, but before he could get any further Sam interrupts his train of thought.

"Tell me about it. So, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop." Sam says.

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean says as of course Sam doesn't give Dean to explain.

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam says as Dean sighs.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean says.

"What? How do you know?" Sam asks.

"Me and Ana have his journal." Dean says.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean says.

"What's it say?" Sam asks.

"Ah, the old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean says.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asks.

"I'm not sure yet." Dean says.

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam says, as he looks up and slams the brakes, dropping the phone in the process. Constance appears on the road in front of him. The car goes right through her as Sam brings the Impala to a halt.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean shouts as then the line got cut.

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The car stops in front of Constance's house. The engine shuts off and so do the lights. "Don't do this." Sam says to Constance as she flickers, as her voice is sad.

"I can never go home." Constance says.

"You're scared to go home." Sam says.

Sam looks back and sees Constance isn't there. He glances around and back and sees her in the shotgun seat. She climbs into his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard which made the seat recline, as Sam struggles.

"Hold me. I'm so cold." Constance says to Sam.

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!" Sam says.

"You will be. Just hold me." Constance says.

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 and 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.

"Ana stay, don't come out, until I say." Dean says to Ana, just then he pulls the trigger on his gun, shattering the window and startling Constance. Dean approaches still firing at her, Constance glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, as Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

Ana had backed away enough so if something happens, she wouldn't get hurt, at least not too bad. "I'm taking you home." Sam says as he drives forward. Dean stares after the car. Sam smashes through the side of the house. Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

"Sam! Sam! You, okay?" Dean asks his brother. "Can you move?" Dean asks again.

"Yeah. Help me?" Sam asked as Deam leans through the window to give Sam a hand.

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

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 Impala. The lights flicker, Constance looks around scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are a boy and a girl from the photograph. They hold each other's hands, as they speak in unison.

"You've come home to us, Mommy."

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 on 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." Dean says as he then looked around for Ana. "It's okay, baby. You can come out." Dean calls out as moments later he hears Ana's footsteps coming closer.

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

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean says as he slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks towards Ana.

Dean picks up Ana as she giggles, he kisses her purposely knowing that Sam is nearby. The kiss was slow, as moments later the two broke the kiss, as Dean had put her down. He put am arm around her keeping her close as the two of them went to the Impala.

"Dude, what were you thinking about shooting Casper into he face, you freak?" Sam asks his brother as Ana had a small smile on her face.

"Hey, I saved your ass." Dean says, as he leans over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean says as he twists his body back to Sam. "I'll kill you."

Sam looks at Ana. "You gonna let him talk to me like that?"

Ana raised an eyebrow at Sam. "I'm not gonna stop him." Ana says as she got in the backseat.

"Why? He's gonna kill me." Sam says whiny sounding like a kid not getting his way.

"Sam you got yourself into that mess, you be a man and deal with it." Ana says as Dean snickers at hearing that.

"This is why I love Ana. She's always on my side." Dean says as Ana shakes her head a little, with a small smile on her face.

"Not always, but yes." Ana says as Dean turns around and gave her a playful glare.

Ana has the journal open to the coordinates that John had left Dean, and a map open on her lap, and is finding the coordinates with a ruler, and a flashlight tucked between her chin and shoulder.

"Okay, this is where John went. Somewhere in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Ana says, as Dean nods.

"Sounds charming, Annie. How far?" Dean asks.

"About six hundred miles, roughly." Ana says.

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean says, as Sam looks at him, hesitating.

"Dean, I, um.." Sam says as Dean glances at the road and then back at Sam.

"You're not going." Dean says.

"The interview is in like, ten hours, I got to be there." Sam says as Dean nods his head disappointed and returns his attention back to the road.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." Dean says as he glances at Sam. "I'll take you home." He says as Ana turns off the flashlight, as they continue driving back to Sam's apartment.

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After Sam got out, Ana didn't hesitate to climb in the passenger seat, to sit back into her throne. Dean is still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window.

"Call me if you two find him?" Sam asks as Dean nods. "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, alright." Dean says as Sam pats the car door twice. Dean leans toward the passenger door, as an arm going over the back of the seat and behind Ana's head.

"Sam?" Dean says as Sam turns back to his brother. "You know, the three of us made a hell of a team back there." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam says as Dean drives off, as Sam watches him go and sighs.

Sam lets himself in the apartment. Everything is dark and quiet. "Jess?" Sam calls as he closes the door. "You home?"

Sam notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads, 'missed you! love you!', next to a magazine. Sam picks up one and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom smiling, happy to be back home to his girlfriend. The shower is audibly running, as Sam sits on the bed, shuts his eye and flops onto his back.

Blood drips onto Sam's forehead one drop, then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror. Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and is bleeding from the stomach.

"No!" Sam yells, as Jess bursts into flames, the fire spreads across the ceiling.

Dean kicks the front door open. "Sam!" He yells, as Sam raises one arm to shield his face. "Jess!" Sam yells. Dean comes running into the bedroom.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean yells as he looks up and sees Jess.

"No! No!" Sam continues to yell as Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, as Sam is struggling all the way down.

"Jess! Jess! No!" Sam continues to yell as flames engulf the apartment.

When the two brothers got out of the apartment, there is fire trucks everywhere firemen and police keeping back gawkers. Ana is in the front seat, sound asleep. She isn't even bothered by what is happening around her.

Dean looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looks at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looks up, then sighs, nods and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

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

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hannah speaks!

here is the part two of the 'pilot' episode!

hope you like it!