A/N: Welcome to a new story that I've been playing around with for some time now but was hesitant to share though I decided to go for it and see if anyone would be interested in reading.
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(I do not own any of this except my OC character Evelyn, all rights go to the directors of Supernatural)
My O/C Character:
Status: Alive
Name: Evelyn Robin Singer
Age: 24
Species: Human
Profession: Hunter
Kindships:
Robert (Bobby) Singer – Father
Karen Singer – Mother (deceased)
Pilot/Woman In White
Evie's POV
I stood in the shadows with my hood up covering my features in a crowded bar staring at a group of friends celebrating and throwing back drinks all while ignoring the multiple students dressed up in various Halloween costumes as best I could especially the few men who tried hitting me up but one glare and 'not interested' stalking after the next poor girl.
I sighed shaking my head as I wondered yet again why I was even here then quickly slipped out a back entrance unseen and crossed the busy carpark towards the familiar sleek black Chevrolet Impala parked across the street and slid into the front passenger seat looking up at the man sitting in the driver's seat, Dean Winchester, 26yrs old, 6'1 with the body of a Greek god.
"So how comfortable are they?" he asked turning to me.
"We're in for a long wait" I replied back then sighed loudly making him look down at me curious as I sunk lower in my seat.
"What?"
"I still don't see why we even have to drag him back, he got out Dean" I looked back up and took in his exasperated sigh aimed my way, I'd been trying to convince him the whole drive that we didn't need to bring Sammy back in.
"We can't do this on our own Shortstack, we need him" I rolled my eyes at the childhood nickname but secretly hid a small smile as I settled in my seat and resumed staring at the bar that currently held my best friend, well besides Dean of course.
I shook my head as more college students dressed in costumes stumbled around drunk and toilet papering the neighborhood, I never understood the appeal of Halloween or dressing up since I had no desire to pretend I was a monster, not when it was our responsibility to protect the clueless against said creatures and nightmares.
"I hate Halloween" I mumbled to myself but heard Dean laugh and shake his head at me.
"I'm sure in the apple-pie life it'd be a hell of a good time, pretending to be something else and getting drunk" I turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"We do that anyway" I replied and he winked.
"Exactly, we're awesome" I rolled my eyes again then leaned my head back and closed my eyes in attempt to get some sleep since I was still healing a dislocated shoulder from our last hunt down in New Orleans. "Alright they're leaving" I looked up opening my eyes and saw Sam leaving with his friends.
Dean put the Impala in drive and we followed him back to their apartment and let them get settled in for the night before we let ourselves in with me picking the locks then we walked around to make as much noise as we could before Dean was jumped and I stood back letting the brothers fight it out rolling my eyes when Dean threw Sam to the ground.
"Whoa easy tiger" I shook my head then stepped forward.
"Dean?" Sam asked breathlessly. "You scared the crap out of me" I stifled a laugh.
"That's because you're out of practice" Sam quickly grabbed Dean and flipped over and held him down now. "Or not, get off me"
"You boys done?" I asked stepping out into the light and Sam looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Evie?"
"Hey Sammy" I smiled then pulled him into a hug as we both laughed. "You got big even bigger sasquatch" Sam laughed looking down at me, I felt incredibly short and that was saying something considering I stood a 5'7, I was shorter than both the brothers and growing up they always made sure I knew it.
"Not really, you're just a pipsqueak" I laughed shaking my head at him. "What are you guys doing here?" Sam asked when I stepped back.
"I was looking for a beer" Dean replied with a smirk making me roll my eyes.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Sam repeated.
"Okay alright, we gotta talk"
"Uh the phone"
"If we'd called would you have picked up?" I asked cutting in just as the lights flicked on and we all turned seeing the girl Sam had been with at the bar.
"Sam?"
"Jess hey" I smiled at the girl in attempt to appear friendly considering we'd just broken into their place. "Dean, Evie this is my girlfriend Jessica"
"Wait your brother Dean?" Jess asked pointing at Dean. "And Evie, I've heard so much about you" I smiled.
"Oh really, all good things I hope" I replied smirking back at Sam.
"Of course" he argued then tried ruffling my hair but I smacked his hand away.
"I love the smurfs" Dean spoke up walking towards her. "You know I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league"
"Just let me put something on" Jess muttered a little off put.
"No, no, no I wouldn't dream of it, seriously" I walked over and smacked the back of his head.
"Ignore this one, he's an idiot" Dean glared at me, we turned back to Sam returning to what we'd came here for.
"I gotta borrow your boyfriend, talk about some family business, nice meeting you" I rolled my eyes at Dean because he lacked some serious social skills which was surprising considering our line of work which consisted of talking to people for information.
"No, no whatever you want to say you can say in front of her" I crossed my arms staring at Sam because usually Dean was the stubborn one but then they all had the Winchester stubbornness in one way or the other.
"Okay" Dean replied undeterred. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days" I turned to Dean since it'd been more than a few days since we last heard from his Dad.
"So he's working overtime on a Miller-shift, he'll stumble back sooner or later" I rolled my eyes because Sam wasn't getting it.
"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days" as soon as those words left Dean's mouth I saw the change in Sam, he understood our worry.
"Jess excuse us, we have to go outside" I nodded then followed the brothers downstairs. "Come on, you can't just break in, middle of the night and expect me to hit to road with you's"
"You're not hearing us Sammy, Dad's missing, I need you to help me" Dean replied as we continued down the stairs.
"You remember the Poltergeist in Amherst or the Devils Gates in Clifton, he was missing then too, he's always missing and always fine" I remembered those times since John had dropped them off at the salvage yard and took off leaving them with my father, Robert 'Bobby' Singer.
"Not for this long, now you gonna come with us or not?" Dean cut him off.
"I'm not" Sam replied so I shook my head since I'd called that one.
"Why not?" Dean asked him.
"I swore I was done hunting, for good"
"Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad" I rolled my eyes at Dean as we continued outside.
"Yeah, when I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45"
"What was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old" Sam argued and sighed shaking my head at the brothers pointless arguing. "He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark'"
"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean exclaimed. "What are you kidding me, of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there"
"Yeah I know but still the way we grew up after Mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her but we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find"
"Yeah and save a lot of people doing it too" I cut in making Sam turn to me.
"You think our Mom's would've wanted this for us?" I rolled my eyes since that was a low blow and followed Dean as he pushed the door open and we walked out to the Impala "The weapon training and the melting the silver into bullets, man Dean we were raised like warriors"
"So what are you gonna do, you just gonna live some normal apple-pie life, is that it?"
"No not normal, safe"
"And that's why you ran away?" Dean asked so I hit his arm but he ignored me.
"I was just going to college, it was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone" Sam replied then shook his head. "That's what I'm doing"
"Well Dad's in real trouble right now, if he's not dead already, I can feel it" I frowned and placed a comforting hand on Dean's arm because I knew just how worried he was for John and to admit it I was too since John was more like an Uncle to me and sometimes as close as a second father figure growing up especially when I was finally told about the horrors of the world and started training to be a hunter along with Dean and Sam. "I can't do this alone"
"Hey" I protested cutting in. "And what am I?" Dean smiled.
"We can't do this without you" he added turning back to Sam.
"Yes you can" I frowned at Sam but knew he had a good life here and if things we're different I would've made Dean leave him alone but I also had to admit I wanted Sammy's help too.
"Yeah well we don't want to" Dean admitted and we waited as Sam sighed loudly then looked back up at us.
"What was he hunting?" I smiled as Dean opened the trunk lifting the secret compartment of weapons holding it up with his sawed off shotgun.
"Alright let's see where the hell did I put that thing?" I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the side of the Impala because Dean would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his shoulders.
"So when Dad left why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked us.
"We were working our own gig, this voodoo thing down in New Orleans" Dean replied still rummaging around but I saw his eyes drift towards me, he was still worried about me after I got knocked around and dislocated my shoulder but a few bottles of bourbon and Dean popping it back in I was okay but it still twinged a bit every now and then.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" I looked up towards Sam offended, we weren't kids anymore.
"I'm 26 and Evie's 24, dude" Dean argued looking up at him, I looked down seeing Dean still looking for the case info John had been following so I reached in and grabbed it for him holding it up and waved it in front of him. "Thanks Eve, what would I do without you"
"Crash and burn" I remarked and he cracked a smile before looking back up at Sam.
"Alright here we go, so Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California"
"About a month ago, this guy" I added handing Sam the missing person's report. "They found his car but he'd vanished-"
"Completely MIA" Dean added with too much enthusiasm so I rolled my eyes again.
"So maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam theorized trying to find a way out clearly.
"Yeah well, here's another one in April, another one in December '04, '03…'98, '92, ten of them over the past 20 years"
"All men, all same five-mile stretch of road" I added looking up at Sam.
"It started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around, that was about three weeks ago, we hadn't heard from him since which is bad enough then I get this voicemail" Dean reached into the trunk and grabbed the voice recorder that we'd recorded the message on.
'Dean, Evie…something is starting to happen, I think it's serious I need to try to find what's going on, be very careful you two and stick together, were all in danger' Dean shut it off.
"You know there's E.V.P on that?" Sam spoke up and I smiled up at him.
"Not bad Sammy" Dean smiled. "Kind of like reading a bike, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes at Dean. "All right I slowed it down-" I coughed loudly interrupting him. "Evie slowed the message down and ran it through a goldwave, took out the hiss and this is what she got" he flipped it over to the second tape and pressed play.
'I can never go home'
"'Never go home'?" Sam repeated and we all shared a look before Dean closed the trunk.
"You know in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing" I looked up at Dean in shock that he was bringing that up but it worked since Sam sighed nodding his head.
"Alright I'll go, I'll help you's find him but I have to get back first thing Monday, just wait here" he replied then went to turn back to the building.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked stopping him.
"I have this…I have an interview" Sam replied nervously.
"What a job interview?" Dean asked him again. "Skip it" I rolled my eyes.
"It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate" I smiled feeling thrilled for him because that was a massive deal.
"Law school?" Dean asked sounding slightly impressed.
"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked.
"We got a deal" I replied before Dean could then watched Sam go back into the building before I turned back to Dean. "We gotta do this for him Dean" he sighed so I walked over and touched both of his arms making him look up at him. "He's got a good life here and we have to respect that" he nodded then smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Yeah I know but it doesn't mean I have to like it" I rolled my eyes but smiled and leaned in to kiss him but the door opened and we quickly broke apart since we didn't want Sammy to know we we're together yet.
"I'm ready" we nodded at Sam and walked to the Impala.
"Uhuh in the back Shortstack" I glared at Dean.
"What why?" I asked.
"Cause you need the rest and sasquatch here ain't gonna fit back there" I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly walked to the back getting in.
"I hate you" they both laughed getting in the front.
"No you don't" I shook my head then relaxed leaning back against the seat and closed my eyes drifting off.
'Evelyn!' I heard Dean yell as I sailed through the air…, I jerked awake sitting up in the back seat rubbing my forehead and saw Sam turn raising his eyebrow at me.
"Are you okay?" I nodded and rubbed my aching shoulder still feeling the aching effects of being thrown around by the voodoo crap.
"Yeah" I muttered then looked up noticing the lack of Dean. "Where's Dean?" I looked out the window and saw we we're stopped at a gas station that was less than adequate but I guess we needed a fill up.
"He's inside" I sighed leaning back in the seat again and then noticed that Dean's jacket was draped over me which made me smile just as I heard Dean's voice from the boot area of the Impala.
"Hey you want breakfast?" I turned and saw Dean hold up a bag of chips, a drink and a chocolate bar, I rolled my eyes at the lack of actual protein but smiled.
"Chocolate me" I yelled holding my hand out and I saw his hesitant look but he handed it over.
"No thanks, so how'd you pay for that stuff, you and Dad still running credit-card scams" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah well hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career" Dean replied putting the gas cap back in after returning the fuel pump back.
"Besides all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards" I added smirking up at Sam as I watched him go through Dean's cassette tapes.
"Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh Burt Aframian, his son Hector and daughter Jane, scored three cards out of the deal" Dean replied getting into the Impala.
"Sounds about right" Sam replied then looked down at the box of cassette's again. "I swear man, you've got to update your cassette-tape collection"
"Why?" Dean and I asked him at the same time, I loved his cassettes and we shared the same taste in music so we spent heaps of time belting out the lyrics to Metallica and Led Zeppelin annoying the crap out of John enough that he gave Dean the Impala surprising the he'll out of us and got his own truck just to get away from us.
"Well for one they're cassette tapes and two…Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica…it's the greatest hits of mullet rock" I rolled my eyes at Sam and protectively grabbed the Metallica tape off him and leaned forwards putting it in.
"Ain't nothing wrong with that"
"She's right and house rules Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole" I threw the empty case back in the box smiling at Sam as Dean started up the Impala and the music cut in.
"And what about me?" I asked quirking my eyebrow towards Dean.
"You're the navigator" I rolled my eyes at Dean.
"You know 'Sammy' is a chubby 12-year old, it's Sam okay?" Sam cut in looking at Dean.
"Sorry we can't hear you, the music's too loud" Dean replied turning the music up making me smile.
By the time we reached Jericho I could already tell Dean and I we're getting on Sam's nerves as we sung to ACDC's –'back in black' having our fun before we turned it down and got to business, I rang around to the hospitals but came up empty.
"Thankyou" I hung up then looked up to the boys. "Alright there's no one matching your Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something I guess" I relayed but then we saw two cop cars up ahead near a bridge which looked like an active crime scene.
"Check it out" Dean said as he pulled over shutting off the engine then reached over to the glove compartment and grabbed the box full of fake badges and ID's, he handed me my badge as I fluffed out my hair and straightened out my clothes. "Let's go" Sam looked appalled but I got out and followed Dean's lead with Sam right behind us, we walked straight in just like John had taught us to and I found myself repeating his words 'No fear, you belong there'
"…it's spotless, it's almost too clean" I heard one of the cops say.
"So this kid troy…was dating your daughter?" another cop asked.
"Yeah"
"How's Amy doing?" I rolled my eyes at the close knit town life chit-chat.
"Putting up missing posters downtown"
"You fellas had another one here like this last month, didn't you?" Dean asked cutting in.
"And who are you?" the cop in front of us asked turning to us.
"Federal marshals" Dean and I flashed our badges.
"You two a little young for marshals, arent you?"
"Why thanks, that's awfully kind of you" I replied flipping my hair back seductively. "You did have another one, correct?" I asked walking towards the car and had a look inside.
"That's right about a mile up the road, there have been others before that"
"So this victim…you knew him?" Sam asked stepping in.
"Town like this everybody knows everybody"
"Any connection between the victims besides that they were all men?" Dean asked following me around the car inspecting it from every angle.
"No, not so far as we can tell"
"So what's the theory?" I asked.
"Honestly we don't know" the cop replied watching us with careful eyes. "Serial murder, kidnapping rings?"
"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys" Dean replied and I looked up when Sam stomped on his foot.
"Thank you for your time" Sam added then we walked away and as we did Dean smacked Sam in the back of the head. "Ow!"
"Stop it!" I exclaimed quietly looking back but lucky the deputies were turned to the car.
"What was that for?" Sam exclaimed looking at Dean.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot for?" I rolled my eyes because they couldn't help themselves.
"Why do you have to talk to police like that?"
"Come on, they don't really know what's going on" Dean exclaimed turning to cut in front of him stopping us from walking any further. "We're alone in this, if we're gonna find Dad we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves" I noticed the Sheriff with FBI standing behind Dean so I cleared my throat and discreetly nodded my head for Dean to turn around.
"Can I help you?" the Sheriff said when Dean turned.
"No sir, we we're just leaving" Dean replied. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully" I was going to roll my eyes at Dean's sense of humor but thought better off it as we walked past the Sheriff heading back to the Impala.
"So what now?" Sam asked looking at Dean.
"We got a distraught girlfriend to talk to" I replied and they both turned to me. "Just trust me, go downtown" Dean smirked and nodded his head before turning the key and drove into town and headed straight to downtown. "Okay park and we'll walk from here" Dean nodded and parked.
We got out and started walking the streets and finally saw a girl hanging up posters of our missing boy so I nodded towards her and her friend hanging up posters and covering the walls of the local stores with them.
"I'll bet you that's her" I rolled my eyes at Dean stating the obvious.
"Yeah" Sam agreed and we approached her.
"You must be Amy?" Dean spoke up talking to the girl.
"Yeah" Amy replied.
"Troy told us about you, we're his uncles and this is my…my girlfriend" my eyes widened at Dean and I cast a look at Sam but he was clueless and took that as a cover and not actually the truth. "I'm Dean, this is Evie and this is Sammy"
"He never mentioned you to me" Amy argued.
"That's Troy, were not around much, were up in Modesto"
"So we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around" Sam cut Dean off.
"Hey are you okay?" another girl walked up and interrupted.
"Yeah"
"Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" I asked politely so she didn't feel threatened. "We could get a seat at the diner" she nodded and they followed us across the road into the diner and we squeezed into a booth with the two girls on one side and I was squished between Sam and Dean on the other, I'd tried to get Dean to grab another chair but he'd slid in with a smirk ignoring that.
"So what exactly happened?" I asked before the boys could say anything first.
"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home he said he'd call me right back and he never did" I frowned feeling sorry for the girl because I couldn't even imagine what she was going through especially as I thought about losing Dean like that and as if Dean read my mind he grabbed my hand underneath the table.
"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked her.
"No, nothing I can remember" she replied and I smiled down at the necklace around her neck, it was a pentagram.
"I like your necklace, I have one just like it" I smiled grabbing the necklace out from underneath my shirt since I never took it off and saw Dean looked over at me a little surprised, he gave it to me for my thirteenth birthday right after I asked John and my dad to teach me everything they knew about hunting, it was the first time Dean and I were more than civil towards each other.
"Troy gave it to me, mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff" Amy replied making me smile wider and nod, I haven't even had the balls to tell my Dad that I was now dating Dean because he'd order me home in a heartbeat given it had been one of the rules to him allowing me to travel around with the Winchester's.
"Actually it means just the opposite" Sam cut in. "A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful I mean if you believe in that kind of thing"
"Okay thank you unsolved mysteries" Dean said stopping Sam's spit of facts then leaned forward letting go of my hand to cross his arms on the table. "Here's the deal ladies, the way Troy disappeared…somethings not right, so if you've heard anything-" the girls shared a look. "What is it?" Dean asked seeing it too.
"Well it's just…I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk" the girl with Amy replied.
"What do they talk about?" all three of us asked them at the exact same time making me smile just a little bit since I always loved it when we all talked at the same time, Dean and I did it a lot since we'd spent so much time together that we were so alike people found it scary.
"It's kind of this local legend, this one girl got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago" Dean looked at me but I didn't look away from the girl. "Well supposedly she's still out there, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up…well they disappear forever" definitely sounds plausible for a vengeful spirit.
As soon as we were able to we got away we headed to the local library and booted up one of the computers and Dean typed into the archive search 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' but got nothing so he typed in 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' but that came back with nothing as well.
"Let me try" Sam said trying to grab the mouse but Dean hit his hand away.
"I got it" Sam rolled his eyes then pushed Dean's chair away. "Dude, such a control freak" I rolled my eyes looking back down at the computer.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death right?"
"Yeah" Dean and I replied at the same time and I smiled looking down at him.
"Maybe it's not a murder" Sam replied then typed in 'Female Suicide Centennial Highway' and it came back with one result so he clicked on it. "This was 1981, Constance Welch, 24-years old jumps off Centennial bridge, drowns in river"
"Say why she did it?" I asked leaning against his chair.
"Yeah" Sam replied seemingly hesitant to say.
"What?" Dean asked leaning forward as well.
"Before they found her, she calls 911, her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back they aren't breathing, both die" I looked down at Dean as he made a noise and shook my head before looking back to the article and saw a passage on Constance's husband.
"'Our babies are gone and Constance couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch" I read out and felt Dean's hand on my back.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked and I took a closer look at the photo and recognized the bridge from this morning.
I sighed nodding my head and we walked out to the Impala and drove back to the bridge and it was dark by the time we got there and started walking along it, I leaned over the edge looking down at the water below taking note of the fair drop below, it could be survivable so long as you watched the rocks or got too close to the embankment.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive?" Dean spoke up suddenly beside me and pulled on my waist a little so I wasn't quite leaning over as far and I turned to him with a soft smile since I must have been making him nervous but I wouldn't jump.
Although it did make me wonder why Constance did what she did, I've never had kids or even thought about kids with the life we lead but I couldn't understand why she jumped if it wasn't her fault, she had no clue that they we're gonna drown, unless it was more than a regretful jump and she'd had more to do with her children's death then what the report said.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked looking up at Dean.
"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him" Dean replied then started walking again.
"Okay so now what?" Sam asked him.
"We keep digging till we find him, might take a while"
"Dean I told you, I've gotta get back Monday-"
"By Monday, right the interview" Dean spun cutting him off and I sighed loudly knowing this was gonna get ugly fast. "Yeah I forgot, you're really serious about this, arent you?" I turned and glared at Dean shaking my head telling him to let it go even if I shared some of his thoughts because I agreed it'd been nice having Sammy around again, the three amigo's back together but he ignored me. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?" I didn't miss the not so subtle look my way, we'd never had this discussion, leaving the life because we didn't know anything else nor would we even know where to start if we did take a step back and get out.
"Maybe why not?" Sam replied I had to admit I'd thought about the 'apple-pie' life as Dean calls it especially after we finally got together, a life without hunting, Dean and I living the suburban lifestyle but I knew it wasn't in the cards for us, hunting is all we knew and all we we're ever gonna know.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you, does she know about the things you've done" I frowned because Dean was making it out like we're murderers.
"No and she's not ever going know" Sam argued taking a step towards Dean.
"Well that's healthy" I scoffed and shook my head at Dean. "You can pretend all you want Sammy but sooner or later your gonna have to face up to who you really are" Dean added smug as hell then started to walk away.
"And who's that?" Sam asked a little smug himself making me roll my eyes at them as I slowly trailed behind them not really wanting to get in the middle of this.
"You're one of us" Dean replied and I could hear the smile in his voice even with his back turned to us.
"No I'm not like you, this is not going to be my life" Sam argued again stepping in front of Dean stopping him from walking any further.
"You have a responsibility"
"To Dad and his crusade, if it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like and what difference would it make even if we do find the thing that killed her…Mom's gone and she isn't coming back" I flinched when Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the bridge railing.
"Dean!" I stepped forward and touched my hand to his arm to temper his anger as he sucked in a couple deep breaths.
"Don't talk about her like that" Dean finally said with both anger and sadness in his voice before he let go of Sam and stepped away but he stopped and we both looked up at the same time seeing a figure standing on the railing of the bridge. "Sam" Sam came up standing beside us and we did nothing but watch as the ghostly figure took a step off and plummeted off the bridge before we ran over and leaned over the side.
"Where'd she go?" I asked when we couldn't see her.
"I don't know" Sam replied just as a familiar sound roared to life and we all turned looking over at the Impala start up with the headlights coming to life.
"What the-" Dean started.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked but I fished the key out of Dean's back pocket and held it up letting them jingle against each other just before the car lurched towards us, Dean grabbed my hand and we took off across the bridge but it was gonna catch us so we ran towards the railing and jumped over falling to the cold water below.
I quickly swam towards the surface coughing and spluttering the water out of my lungs just as Dean swam up to me and cupped my cheek looking me over then we both started swimming to the embankment but I couldn't see any sign of Sam anywhere.
"Sammy!" I screamed out as we crawled out of the water and I heard a yell above us so I looked up.
"Dean, Evie!" it was Sam, he'd caught himself on some pipes on the bridge.
"What?" I shook my head at Dean's reply but sighed in relief, we were all okay.
"Hey, you two alright?"
"We're super" Dean replied holding up a A-ok sign as we heard Sam laugh then we stood with him pulling me up with him.
"Why didn't we think to grab hold of the bridge?" I remarked looking down at our mud caked clothes.
"I don't know, let's go that ghost better not have wrecked Baby" I nodded and we walked up the hill meeting back up with Sam and Dean checked over the car which was now un-possessed while I tried as best I could to scrub the mud off me.
"Baby okay?" I asked walking back over to Dean as he closed the hood, I loved this car almost as much as Dean did and he knew it and I saw him look over with a small smile.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now, that Constance chick what a bitch!"
"Dean, don't piss the spirit off even more" I replied hitting his arm.
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure" Sam added as Dean sighed and sat on the hood of the Impala so I followed suit taking a seat beside him and leaned against him exhausted after just jumping off a bridge. "So where's the trail go from here, geniuses?" Dean threw up his hands. "You guys smell like a toilet"
"Gee thanks a lot Sammy, you really know how to make a girl feel special don't you" I growled out ignoring his laugh as we climbed into the Impala with Dean protesting about the upholstery the entire drive back into town to the closet motel with vacancies and we walked in with Dean throwing his card down as the guy stared at me and Dean since we we're covered head to toe in mud.
"One room please" I looked up confused since we needed two given that I couldn't sleep with him now that Sam was with us and didn't know about our secret relationship that even John or my dad didn't know about but I didn't question because I was tired and in deep need for a shower right about now.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" the old man asked us.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked and I turned seeing his smile as he was still gloating Dean and I's appearance so I stood on his foot angrily. "Ow" he muttered quietly but I just smiled.
"That other guy Burt Aframian, he came in and brought out a room for the whole month" we all shared a look before thanking him and left saying we'd be bunking with our 'father', we found the room number the clerk-desk had said he'd be in and I picked the locks letting us in then grabbed the boys by their shirts yanking them in.
I closed the door then turned and we all took in the room, it was covered from wall to wall with news articles, torn out book pages, maps all linked together in some way with red colored string and I had to smile at John's handywork, the floors we're also littered with books and various other stuff that John usually dragged around with him.
"Whoa" I heard Sam say appreciative as well, John was the Master of Research and as much as Sam would disagree it's where he got his eye for detail from.
I stepped over the salt line and over to some books littering the bed and picked one up before turning back to the boys seeing Dean lift up a half-eaten burger and sniff it recoiling at the smell of rotting food.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least" I nodded my agreement watching Sammy bend down and ran his fingers through the salt line.
"Salt, cat's-eye shells, he was worried trying to keep something from coming in" Dean and I moved over to the wall of articles and started looking over them, John had numbered each of the victims according to their disappearance date. "What do you got here?"
"Centennial Highway victims" I replied looking over each one with close detail which is something I'd also picked up on from being the brains of the Winchester operation after Sam left and John had taught me mostly everything I know so I knew how his brain worked.
"I don't get it" Dean piped up beside me. "They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities, there's always a connection, right?" I shrugged turning to see Sam had walked over to a opposite wall. "What do these guys have in common?"
"Sam you got something?" I asked walking over to him as he flipped on another lamp.
"Dad figured it out"
"What do you mean?" Dean asked his interested peaked.
"He found the same article we did, Constance Welch, she's our Woman in White" Dean turned back to the victims.
"You sly dogs" I rolled my eyes and wondered what the hell I was doing dating a guy like him but again the hunting life didn't leave much for options and the fact that he'd wormed his way into my heart after all these years. "Alright so if we're dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it"
"She might have another weakness" Sam argued looking back at the article in front of him.
"Dad would wanna to make sure, he'd dig her up, it say where she's buried?" Dean asked walking over to us nodding at the article we'd found earlier at the library.
"No, not that I can tell" I replied skimming over the article again.
"If I were Dad though, I'd go ask her husband, if he's still alive" Sam added walking over to another wall.
"Alright why don't you see if you can find an address, Evie and I are gonna get cleaned up" Dean replied and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said stopping him. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry-" Dean held his hand up stopping him.
"No chick-flick Moments" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Alright, jerk" Sam laughed and I shook my head at them.
"Bitch" Dean replied.
"Dicks" I muttered smiling at our thing and the playful glare Dean sent me before he went into the bathroom closing the door. "God most guys would let the girl shower first" I spat turning and saw Sam had walked over to a mirror and picked up a photo of their Dad and them sitting on the hood of the Impala when they we're just little kids, I smiled and squeezed his shoulder also seeing a photo of me and the boys in the junkyard.
It was during one of their visits when I was eight and we we're playing hide and hunt, it was hide and seek pretty much but we'd pretend to be creatures and the one 'it' would hunt us down and during this game John had joined in and scared us all that we all ran out and ran into each other falling onto our butts than burst out laughing and my Dad had got the shot, it was my favorite photo of me and the boys and I had one just like it in my journal, I looked up seeing Dean finally emerged ten minutes later.
"Finally" I walked in and had a quick shower before coming out towel drying my hair.
We got some sleep with the boys letting me have the bed, Sam on the floor and Dean took the couch which is not something new for him since while we we're on the road with John we'd stay double queen bed room and he'd take the couch always opting to give me the bed.
We all we're up pretty early the next morning and went back into John's room to dig more about the case and while Dean had another shower, I tried to find an address for the husband while Sam was on his phone listening to messages from his college buddies and Jess.
"Hey man, I'm starving I'm gonna go grab something to eat at that diner, you want anything?" Dean spoke up coming out of the bathroom pulling on his old worn brown leather jacket that'd been his fathers before him.
"I'll come" I added throwing my hair up into a ponytail. "Sam?" he was on the phone but he looked up.
"No"
"Aframian's buying?" Sam shook his head again so Dean and I left but we didn't get far seeing the two cops from the bridge talking with the motel manager and he pointed straight at us so Dean got out his phone and quickly called Sam. "Dude, Five-O, take off" we had all sorts of code words that we'd come up with as kids for situations such as this "…uh they kind of spotted Evie and I, go find Dad" he spat out quickly then hung up just as the officers reached us and we turned to face them with causal smiles. "Problem officers?"
"Where's your other partner?" the dark one asked us crossing his arms.
"Partner?" Dean asked turning to me with a smile. "What partner?" the cop gestured for his partner towards the room we'd come out of and I hope Sam was long gone by now.
"So fake U.S marshals, fake credit cards, you two got anything that's real?" I smirked.
"My boobs" I spat at them with a satisfactory smirk as I watched Dean's eyes widen before we we're suddenly grabbed and slammed against the hood of their squad car being handcuffed.
"You's have the right to remain silent" I rolled my eyes at the stupid rights bullshit and they put both of us in the back of the car and drove over to the police station where Dean and I were dragged in and taken to separate interrogation rooms handcuffed to the table and made to wait which honestly was starting to piss me off.
"What's a girl gotta do for a drink or something?" I yelled pulling on the cuffs inspecting them carefully but looked up when the door opened and I saw the Sheriff from the bridge walk in carrying a box which must be filled with the stuff from John's room.
"So you gonna tell us your name?" I smirked.
"I already told you, it's Alice Hall"
"I'm not sure you realize the trouble you're in here missy" I looked up with a blatant expression.
"We talking like simple misdemeanor kind of trouble or should I be screaming out prayers for mercy?" I replied leaning back as far as I could with my hands cuffed to the table.
"You kids had the faces of 10 missing people on your wall along with a whole lot of satanic stuff, you and your boy are officially suspects" I nodded sarcastically.
"Yippee for me then, I get to enjoy more of your hospitality" he sighed shaking his head.
"I guess we'll go talk to Dean then" I kept most of the shock off my face that they knew Dean's real name and watched him leave closing the door and I pulled on the cuffs again as I started to panic a little.
Dean's POV
I stared down at the cuffs holding me to this table, I was a tad worried about Evie, not because I thought she'd crack but because they'd separated us as soon as we got here like that was going to help them interrogate us.
I looked up and watched chubby the Sheriff finally walk in out of the corner of my eye carrying a box with him that I didn't have to guess contained most of the stuff from the motel.
"So you wanna give us your real name?"
"I told you, it's Nugent, Ted Nugent" I smirked watching him put the box down on the table.
"I'm not sure you realize the trouble you're in here"
"We talking, like misdemeanor kind of trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?" I asked still sporting the smirk.
"That's funny, your girl said almost the exact same thing" my smirk widened at the thought of Evie giving them trouble, she did learn from the best after all.
"She's a real spitfire that one, ain't she?" he looked back unimpressed.
"You got the faces of 10 missing persons on your wall along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo, boy you are officially a suspect and your girl is going down too" I tried hard to keep the smirk of my face as I stared back at him.
"That make's sense, when the first one went missing in '82 I was 3 and my girl was 1" I purposely left out Evie's name since we had a whole list of aliases for times like this and would have no idea which one she went with this time.
"I know you got partners, one of them is an older guy maybe he started the whole thing" I shrugged not answering or giving anything away. "So tell me Dean, is this his?" I didn't react to my real name although I mentally panicked just a little but it quickly turned to shock as he dropped Dad's journal on the table in front of me, he never went anywhere without that thing. "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 but I found this too" he flipped to the latest page and I read the writing, Dean 35-111, it was coordinates I knew that for sure because it was just like Dad to leave us something like this whenever he needed to let us know where he was going. "Now you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means" I stared down at it more before finally looking up.
Evie's POV
I was getting angrier and angrier as they just let me sit here without so much as another cop coming in and that made me worry on what the hell they we're doing with Dean or what they we're asking him, for all I knew they'd figured out exactly who we are and he's being transferred to a federal prison.
I tapped a tune to Metallica against the desk since I had nothing better to do but sit and wait for news but looked up when the door finally opened again and I sighed in absolute relief seeing Dean come in closing the door behind him.
"Hey Shortstack, what are ya in for?" I rolled my eyes.
"Very funny Dean, now get me out of here" I pulled on the cuff so he came over and started picking it with a paperclip before I was finally free and I rubbed my sore wrists. "What the hell-" he put his finger over my lips.
"Escape first, talk later" I nodded and we quickly ran when the coast was clear then climbed out a window down a ladder but it didn't go all the way down, Dean dropped the rest of the way then looked up. "Drop, I got you" I nodded and let go dropping down and he caught me effortlessly before we ran hand in hand fleeing.
"Isn't that your Dad's journal?" I asked seeing him pull it out of his jacket pocket as we ran.
"Yeah and it's got coordinates in it, Dad left it, he wanted us to find it" we ran downtown and found the first phone booth and he called Sam. "Fake 911 phone call Sammy?" I rolled my eyes as I kept watch just in case. "I don't know that's pretty illegal" I leaned back to hear.
"You're welcome"
"Thanks Sammy" I called and heard his chuckle.
"Listen we got to talk" Dean cut in holding the phone so we both could hear.
"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've been Dad's next to stop-"
"Sammy would you shut up for a second?" Dean cut him off.
"I just can't figure why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet?" Sam continued undeterred.
"Well that's what I'm trying to tell you, he's gone Dad left Jericho"
"What, how do you know?"
"I've got his journal" Dean replied pulling it out again.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing"
"Yeah well he did this time" I replied chancing a look up the streets to make sure we were still secure.
"What's it say?"
"Uh same old ex-marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going-"
"Coordinates, where to?" Sam asked understanding and I looked back at Dean.
"I'm not sure yet"
"I don't understand, I mean what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?" Dean and I shared a look but neither of us had a clue since everything had seemed fine before all this. "Dean what the hell is going on…whoa?" the phone started going staticky and we could hear tires squealing.
"Sam, Sam!"
"What the hell happened?" I asked frantically.
"I don't know, let's go" he hung up and grabbed my hand before we started running even though we had no idea where he was.
"Dean we're are we going?"
"Constance's house, he has to be headed there" I wanted to ask 'what if he wasn't?' but thought better off it and just followed him even if I was running out of breath but I continued right behind Dean as he dragged me with him and we finally reached the creepy old house and saw the Impala and the ghost on top of Sam so Dean didn't think twice and shot at it shattering the window.
She reappeared so Dean shot at her again making her blink in and out before Sam suddenly sat up and put the Impala into gear and before Dean or I could protest drove straight into the side of the house.
"Sam!" we exclaimed following after the car. "Sam!"
"Here" he called back as we reached the car and looked inside.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"I think" he replied strained for breath.
"Can you move?" Dean asked opening the door.
"Yeah, help me" we helped him out just as Constance made a reappearance again, she was standing in front of us looking at a photo frame then she looked up throwing it aside and made a table come lurching towards us pinning us against the car and no matter how hard we tried we couldn't push it away.
The lights suddenly started to flick and Constance looked up just as water starting trickling down the stairs and Constance moved towards it as we watched two little children, a boy and a girl staring at Constance and she at them.
"You've come home to us Mommy" Constance looked over at us just as the two kids appeared in front of her and wrapped their arms around her making Constance scream as they all faded away in some kind of…I have no idea but they disappeared and we were finally able to push the table off us now it was released from the ghostly power holding it.
We walked over to the puddle confused then shared a look before we looked around just to make sure they we're actually gone.
"So this is where she drowned her kids?" Dean asked.
"That's why she could never go home" Sam replied scoffing. "She was too scared to face them"
"You found her weak spot, nice work Sammy" I rolled my eyes as Dean hit Sam in the chest where Constance had attacked him and he laughed through the pain.
"Yeah I wish I could say the same for you, what were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak" I laughed.
"Hey saved your ass" Dean protested inspecting the Impala. "I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car I'll kill you"
"I second that one Sammy, you don't hurt Baby" I walked over and helped clear debris off then Dean and I both checked her over since he'd taught me everything he knew about car's especially Baby but she was okay except for a busted headlight and we got back on the road but this time with Sam in the back as punishment for messing up the car.
"Okay, here's where Dad went, it's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado" Sam spoke up after tracking the coordinates John had left us.
"Sounds charming, how far?" Dean asked.
"About 600 miles"
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning" Sam looked up at Dean and I sensed the argument about to come.
"Dean I…I-" Sam stuttered.
"You're not going"
"The interviews in like 10 hours, I got to be there" Sam replied and I sighed looking up at Dean pleading with him to not turn this into a fight, we had more clues now and we could do this without Sam as much as I was gonna miss him too but I knew this was the right thing to do.
"Yeah" Dean finally replied nodding his head. "Yeah whatever, I'll take you home" I nodded my head and grabbed his hand squeezing it in hopes to let him know we'll be okay without Sam even though I barely believed it myself.
We made it back to Stanford in record time and I climbed out along with Sam and pulled him into a hug fighting back the tears and really didn't want to let him go even if I knew we'd see each other again, Sam had always been like a brother to me and these past couple of years I'd really missed him.
"Take care of him Evie" he whispered into my ear and I nodded against his neck then let go and got back into the Impala, he leaned down to look at us and we all stared at each other for a second before he nodded.
"You'll call me if you find him" Dean and I both nodded not saying a word. "Maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?"
"Yeah all right" I rolled my eyes at Dean's reply.
"Good luck Sammy" he nodded smiling a little before he walked away.
"Sam" Dean called making Sam pause. "You know we made one hell of a team back there"
"Yeah" Sam replied making me smile again before Dean put the car in drive and we pulled away with me keeping my eyes on Sam as long as I could before he was gone and turned back to Dean.
"We're doing the right thing but it still feels wrong" I mumbled moving so I was laying against him with my head on his shoulder, I felt him nod then he seemed to look down at his watch which confused me especially when he threw the car around back toward Sam's apartment. "Dean what is it?" I asked looking up.
"Something's wrong" I didn't argue given the look in Dean's eye since when it came to Sam he had a six sense which had never failed him so far and we got back to the apartment blocks we saw it, smoke and fire bellowing from the apartment so we got out. "Stay here" I went to argue. "Stay Eve please" I sighed nodding my head as I watched him run up into the building and could hear sirens approaching as I waited for Dean to come out but the more and more time passed made me worry until I finally saw them come out of a back alley and got out running towards them throwing my arms around Dean.
"Are you okay?" Dean nodded wrapping his arms around me before I turned to Sam and moved out of Dean's arms to hug him. "Sam!" I looked around and noticed the lack of Jess. "Where's Jess?" I asked looking at them but they both frowned and looked back towards the burning building so I understood.
Sam moved over to the Impala while Dean and I stayed close to the scene making sure it was all clear and we weren't considered suspects or anything and just to take in the fact that the thing that killed their mother had just killed Jess.
"How are we gonna get him through this Dean?" I asked looking at Sam as he stood at the back of the Impala.
"I don't know, take it one day at a time I guess" I sighed squeezing his hand before we walked over to the Impala and looked up at Sam as he loaded and unloaded a shotgun with shells. "Hey, how you doing?" Sam looked up with tear stained eyes.
"I'm fine" I frowned because he was so far from fine, he threw the shotgun into the weapon's compartment. "Come on, we got work to do" he closed the hood and we got in with my settling into the back opting to give Sam the front and we drove away.