Okay, this is my first story, so please review. :D

This is the story of Lexine Ravel Winchester, the youngest Winchester. This is how the story goes if Sam and Dean had a sister. It starts in Season 1 but it will continue throughout the seasons. It follows the story of the show, but I did change just a little bit from the episodes, filled in the parts where the show didn't get.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, I don't own Sam and Dean sadly. Eric Kripke gets the honor.

"Come on boys, let's say goodnight to your sister," Mary said while holding Sam up in her arms and holding Dean's hand.

Dean climbed the crib and kissed the baby's cheek. "Goodnight Lex."

Mary helped Sam reach into the crib to place a kiss on her forehead. "Night Wexi," two-year-old Sam said with a smile.

"Goodnight, love," Mary kissed Lexi and turned around just in time to watch John enter the nursery.

"Hey boys," John said.

"Daddy!" Dean ran and jumped into his father's open arms.

"Waddy," Sam said, he was struggling in his mom's arms, reaching for his dad.

"Hey buddy," John held Sam in his other arm. "What do ya think? You think Lexi is ready to toss around a football, yet?"

"No daddy," Dean laughed. Sammy just shook his head.

"No?"

"You got them?" Mary asked.

"I got them," John answered. "Sweet dreams, Lexi," he turned off the lights.

John took Dean and Sam to their bedroom; tucked them in and kissed each one of them.

"Goodnight, boys," he turned off the light and went downstairs.

The baby monitor had static and faint crying, waking Mary up. "John," She called out getting no reply. She turned on the lamp getting up and going to check on Lexi. When she reached the nursery, she saw a man.

"John, is she hungry?" Mary asked.

"Shhh."

"Okay," she was going back to sleep when she noticed the light on the hall flickering. She tapped it to get it to stop, and when it did Mary noticed a light downstairs. She went down and saw John passed out on the couch.

Quickly, Mary ran back up the stairs and into Lexi's nursery.

"Lexi! Lexi!" Mary screamed. She saw the man chanting a spell and her daughter was starting to look a really ugly white, from the all the blood she was losing.

There was a symbol drawn on the baby's stomach and Lexi was bleeding heavily. But Mary couldn't get to her fast enough before she was thrown against the wall. She let out a loud scream that woke John downstairs.

"Mary?! Mary?" When John entered the nursery, the demon was by long gone, and Lexi was awake in the crib, quiet.

"Hey Lexi," John walked to Lexi and he checked for wounds or anything to explain the scream he heard but all he got was something red dripping down on the sheets next to the baby's head. When he touched the red spot, more fell on his hand. He finally looked up at the ceiling, and he saw his worst nightmare.

"Mary! Nooo!" John fell on the floor when the ceiling burst into flames. Lexi then started crying and John snapped back to reality, he picked up his baby girl up and ran into the hallway, where he met Dean and Sammy holding each other.

"Daddy!" Dean said, his voice scared and worried.

John handed Lexi to Dean. "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!"

Dean didn't hesitate; he took Sammy's hand with Lexi in his arm and ran downstairs as fast as he could and out the door.

"Its okay, Lexi," Dean reassured his baby sister.

John was out after them in seconds and the four Winchesters watched Lexi's old room get drenched in the fire.

John took Lexi from Dean. "I gotcha."

John was sitting down on the trunk of Impala, with Sammy and Dean holding each other's hands next to him. They watched the firemen put out the fire. Later, John took his children and went to find a motel to spend the night in grieving for his wife and vowing to find whomever did this just so he can destroy them.

Lexi's POV:

"Dean, do we really have to do this?" Dean and I were in the middle of breaking in Sam's apartment. I was really excited to see him. But did Dean really have to do this? "Why can't we just use the door like normal people, Dean?" I asked him again.

"Because we are not normal people, Lex, plus, where is the fun in that?" Dean muttered, I just rolled my eyes.

After Dean got in, I climbed in after him. He smirked at me but then he tripped and fell on the floor. I burst out laughing.

"Smooth Dean, real smooth," I smirked back.

"Shut up," he said.

Out of nowhere, Sam slammed into Dean and they kept on flipping each other on the floor till Dean pinned Sam.

"Whoa, easy tiger," Dean teased.

"Dean?" Sam asked, Dean just laughed.

"You scared the crap out of me," Sam breathed heavily.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice," Sam quickly flipped Dean and pinned him. "Or not…get off me." Wow, was I really that unimportant?

They got off their asses finally and Sam noticed that I was in the room too.

"Lexi, is that you?" Sam asked. He pulled in a really tight bear hug. "I missed you."

"Me too, Sammy," I hugged him back; it felt good to be back in my brother's arms. He pulled back though and I knew the moment was over.

"Uhh, guys…what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Well, we were looking for a beer," Dean joked.

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

"Sam, we have to talk," I told him.

"Uhh, the phone?" he pointed at a phone that was on a table.

"If I'd have called, would you have picked up?" Dean said, I could tell that this was going to turn into an argument fast.

Before I could say anything though, a girl came in the room and turned on the lights.

"Sam?"

"Jess, hey. Dean, Lexi, this is my girlfriend, Jessica," he introduced us. I already knew Jessica, Sam wrote to me about her.

"Wait, your brother and sister?" She asked, oh god, this was really embarrassing. Sam was really serious about her, and how do we meet her? By sneaking into their apartment. And that shirt she was wearing, just wait for Dean to start making a fool out of himself more.

"I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league." Seriously, Dean?! Flirting with his girlfriend while he is right there is not cool.

"And she's out of yours too, Dean. Just ignore him. It's nice to finally meet you, Jess, Sam has told me a lot about you," I put my hand out and she shook it.

"Nice to meet you too, Lexi. According to how much he actually talks about his family, he sure talks about you a lot," she seemed really sweet. "Just let me go put something on," she said when she noticed Dean's stare.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it…seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but, uh, nice meeting you," Dean mumbled.

Sam though had a different idea. "No, no. Whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her." Sam went and stood next to Jess, he wrapped his arm around her. Aww, they looked so cute together.

"Okay. Umm…dad hasn't been home in a few days," Dean tried to hint to him that Jessica couldn't hear it.

"So he's working over-time on a 'Miller Time' shift; he'll stumble back in sooner or later," Sam argued. I just stepped in; this was taking way too long.

"Sam, dad is on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days," I took a step towards him, to show him how serious we were.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside," Sam said. He led us to the door and I waved to Jess then went outside.

We went downstairs with Dean in leading but I was the one that spoke up, "Sam, we need you to help us. Dad's been gone for over two weeks and we don't know where he is."

"We need to find him, he could be hurt," Dean said.

But Sam shook his head so Dean and I turned to him with raised eyebrows, "I mean come on; you can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," oh god, here we go.

"You're not hearing me Sammy. Dad's missing; we need you to help us find him," Dean said.

"You guys remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing and he's always fine," Sam snapped.

"Not for this long, Sammy. He's missing and we need to find him. Now you gonna come with us or not?" I just got to the point.

"I'm not," Sam declared.

"Why not?" Dean questioned.

"I swore I was done hunting for good," Sammy confessed. Oh well, it's not like we didn't break promises before.

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad, right Lex?" Dean asked.

"Yeah right," I said sarcastically, Dean glared at me. My ass it wasn't that bad. The whole thing sucked, we got hurt and our lives were fucked up. I only did it 'cause I couldn't leave Dean like Sammy left us. Plus I kind of liked the adrenaline rush I got when I was on hunt; that was it though. And okay, maybe I like the job; I mean I was really lucky I had brothers like Sam and Dean. That kind of relationship doesn't exist between normal siblings.

"See. When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45," Oh yeah, I remember that day. Sam looked at dad back then like he grew another head.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked but even he knew what dad should've done.

"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark.'" Sam answered him. He nodded like he just proved a big point. But all he did though was piss Dean off.

"Don't be afraid of the dark?! What are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!" Dean shouted at him. By now, we were the door.

"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," Sam looked at me and I knew what he was saying to me. He knew I wanted a normal life for us. But still…

"We save a lot of people doing it, Sammy," I answered him.

"You think mom would have wanted this for us? The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Lex, we were raised like warriors," He said.

I slammed Sam in the wall behind. I got pissed at him.

"Mom would want us to find her killer, Sam. She would've wanted us to avenge her. All of the jobs we do, Sammy, start off by innocents dieing. They couldn't protect themselves like we can protect ourselves. So you should thank your lucky stars, that you know what's out there," I slammed him one more time in the wall and then walked outside. I stood by the car; I didn't want to listen to their pointless conversation anymore.

Sam has such a twisted point of view on life. He thinks that just because we didn't find mom's killer doesn't mean we don't save other people. We save so many people who are oblivious to the real world. Whatever killed mom could come back for us later, finish the job. I'll admit; Dad could have done a better job raising us instead of ditching in motels and with his friends. But if I had a choice of whether or not I want this life, given the same circumstances, I would definitely choose this life. I shut my brain up though, so I could hear what Sam and Dean were saying. They were far but I heard as if they were standing next to me.

"So when dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam said. They walked by the car to the trunk. When they looked at me, I got in the passenger seat.

"We were working our own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans," Dean replied back. He was looking for something in the trunk.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam questioned, surprised.

I shook my head slightly but he couldn't see me. We grew up after you left, Sam. But we still stuck together.

"I'm twenty-four, dude, and she's eighteen. We can go on a hunt by ourselves, we're awesome," Dean said smugly. He pulled something that looked like a paper. "All right, here we go," Dean stared at the paper for a moment then he started telling Sam the job that Dad was on. "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy," he handed Sam a paper clipping. "They found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A," Dean continued.

"So maybe he was kidnapped," if he was kidnapped, then dad would be here, right now.

"Yeah well, here's another one in April," Dean handed Sam all the newspaper articles one by one. "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. They 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," he took out his phone. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday," he started playing the voicemail and my heart dropped. It always does when I hear that specific voice mail since I heard it yesterday. I was really worried about my dad.

"Dean, Lexi, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on," there was a really strong wave of static over the next part then Dad's voice came back. "Take care of your sister Dean, we're all in danger," it ends right there.

"You know there's EVP on that, right?" Huh, looks like he didn't lose his touch after all.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it? All right, so Lex slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave, took out the hiss, and this is what we got," Dean replayed the message but this time it was a woman's voice. "I can never go home."

"Never go home," Sam repeated. Dean threw something in the trunk and then closed it. The car moved a little from the impact. They were both quiet and then Sam turned to Dean.

"Uhh, Dean…does Lexi hate me or something?" Sam asked in a small voice.

What does that have to do anything with the hunt?

But I still felt guilty, I never meant to hurt him, I'm just mad at him for leaving us. That's not what family does.

"No, she doesn't hate you, Sam, she just…you know…she depended on you in almost everything. You guys had that bond thing or whatever; and when you left, she got mad at you. You promised you'd never leave her Sammy, and the first chance you got, you broke that promise to her. She's hurt and she's mad at herself for being selfish for wanting you to stay with us," oh god Dean, what the hell?! I don't tell you this stuff just so you can go blabbing shit to Sam first chance you get.

I could feel their eyes burning a hole in the back of my head; I pretended like I couldn't hear anything and looked forward, not moving.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you; never asked you for a thing," Dean changed the subject quickly. Thank god, I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

"All right, I'll go. I'll help you guys find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday," Sam said and that instantly spiked my curiosity.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked before I could step on my pride and ask him myself.

"I have this…I have an interview," Sam mumbled out.

"What, a job interview? Skip it," Dean pitched one of his lame ideas. Just because we didn't want to quit hunting didn't mean we had to destroy Sam's future. He has a chance at a normal life. That's not so bad, Dean.

Wow, was I talking to them in my head now? Nice, Lexi.

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

"Law school?"

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked Dean. Dean just nodded and Sam went back inside the building. Dean went to the driver's side and got in. He looked at me and my next thought was: Oh boy, here we go.

"What the hell was that out there?" Dean demanded.

"What was what out there?" I played dumb.

"Lexine Razel," I winced at my full name. No one ever used it unless I was in some deep shit. Really deep shit. "Do not play dumb with me; you slammed Sam into the wall! Do you want to start talking?" I hated it when he talked to me like I was five again. He wasn't dad.

"There is nothing to talk about, Dean. I got pissed at Sam and slamming him into the wall seemed like a good idea. Plus, I knew it wouldn't hurt him, did you see how tall he is now?" I looked in his eyes and sighed. "Sam was talking shit and I just wanted to emphasize my point," I told him.

"You don't emphasize your point, Lexi, by slamming your big brother into walls," Dean's tone softened. "I know you're upset and mad at him, but look at it this way; Sammy is safe, don't you want him to be safe and away from trouble?" he asked me. And damn he had a point; Sammy had a future in front of him. All of us knew that, and we were just jealous and proud. But sometimes I needed my other, older brother too.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just I really miss him," I told him quietly. Dean nodded.

"Me too, kiddo, me too," I looked away and saw Sam coming down the steps with a duffel bag over his shoulder. Dean opened the trunk and Sam threw his bag then closed it. When he saw me sitting in the passenger side, he got in the back. Huh, since when does he not argue about who gets to sit in front?

"Ready?" Dean asked. I rolled my eyes. "Hey! I saw that," Dean accused.

"Just drive, Dean," I told him.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, you're my baby sister; you get to sit back and shut your pie hole," Dean ordered.

"No Dean, you don't get to tell me what to do," I retorted.

"Oh, this is going to be a long night," Sam sighed.

I couldn't agree more.

We were at a gas station on our way to Jericho; Dean was getting breakfast while Sam and I waited for him to get back. He was going through Dean's cassette tapes for the millionth time.

"You won't find anything besides the stash of classic rock in that box," I told him quietly, I was desperate to fill the silence between us. Sam put the box on the seat next to him and turned to me.

"Lexi, I—"

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked as he came by the car. The question was directed at Sam though because he threw me my breakfast. I caught the juice and some kind of breakfast bars without problem. But I wasn't hungry, so I just put on the dashboard in front of me.

"I swear to god, Lexi, I will force it down your throat if I have to," Dean threatened through the window; he took the juice and bars from where I stashed them and put them in my hand.

"She still doesn't eat, huh?" Sam wondered.

"Nope, not willingly at least, now I have to force her to eat her food," Dean told Sam.

"Actually, he's just exaggerating," I glared at Dean.

"Oh really? Was I exaggerating too, when you passed out on me in a hunt?" Dean questioned.

"You're the one who couldn't handle a passed out girl; but nooo," I said sarcastically, "you had to bring Dad in the situation."

"It was the only option I had left. I tried everything to wake you up, I friggin' put you under the shower with the cold water on full blast, it would have woken up a dead person. You on the other hand," he shook his head. "You have no idea how scared I was, I called Dad 'cause there was nothing else I could do," he muttered.

"Then what happened?" Sam asked through his open door. Dean came by and stood in front of the side of the Impala.

"Dad came from his hunt and he checked her pulse and stuff like that; somehow he figured out that she needed sugar in her blood, he bought an IV and glucose and we hooked it up in her," he finished the story for Sam, my face now was as red as a tomato. "I still don't know how Dad got his hands on an IV," Dean trailed off, he pointed at my food and then to my mouth. Sam was shaking his head at me. I turned around in my seat, stuck the straw in the juice box angrily and started sucking. I heard Sam laughing behind me.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff, anyways? You guys and dad still running credit card scams?" He questioned but it came out more like an accusation.

"Yeah well…hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply; it's not our fault they send us the cards," Dean said walking to the other side of car and getting in, he was already eating a candy bar.

"Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam definitely accused this time.

"Uhh…Bert Aframian, his son, Hector and his daughter, Bethany; scored three cards out of the deal," he smirked, proud of himself.

"Sounds about right; I swear man, you gotta update your cassette-tape collection," I laughed out loud, I knew Sam was ought to make a comment sooner or later. Just…good luck convincing Dean why. I smiled to myself.

"Why?" Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam who was busy going through the tapes in the backseat. Again.

"Well, for one they're cassette tapes, and two—" he pulled out a few tapes and held them up. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," Sam told Dean.

"House rules, Sammy," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Exactly, plus," Dean grabbed one of the cassette tapes that Sam was still holding up. "Driver picks the music, shotgun and the gigantor in the backseat shut their cake hole," Dean put the tape in the dashboard and turned the volume on full blast.

"You know Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" he told us.

"Sure Sammy," I smiled.

"It's Sam," he argued.

Dean turned the volume louder and spoke, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud," Sam scoffed and sat back.

Dean pulled out of the gas station and we were on the highway again in no time. Soon we passed a sign that said Jericho in seven miles. I turned around, tired of staring out the window when I noticed Sam get off the phone. I frowned; usually I was much more conscious of my surroundings.

"All right, so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess," Sam said. It still didn't change the fact that Dad might be in trouble somewhere.

I turned my focus back on the road in front of us when I heard the sirens. We were approaching the bridge where all the accidents happened. There were a lot of police cars and I knew instantly that there was another death.

"Check it out," Dean said. He parked the car, and leaned over to pull out a box full of ID's from the dashboard. He grabbed three. "Let's go."

We went up to the policeman who was talking with his co-worker. We caught the end of conversation and when it was trailing off, Dean started the questioning.

"You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't ya?'' Dean put on his best serious voice.

"Who are you?" The policeman asked.

Dean, Sam, and I flipped on our badges to show him, after a few seconds we closed them. "Federal Marshals," Dean answered him.

"You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" The policeman asked, god, he was nosy.

"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You did have another one just like this correct?" I asked him this time.

"Yeah, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that," the policeman answered my question without a question of his.

"So this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked the man.

"In a town like this, everybody knows everybody," he nodded.

"Any connections between the victims besides that they're all men?" Dean said while circling the trashed car.

"No, not so far as we can tell," the policeman answered Dean but he was looking at me, Sam didn't notice though and went to stand next to Dean behind the car.

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

"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" the guy answered. I just snorted.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys," Dean just got the point across, in a completely disrespectful way. I saw Sam's leg stomping on Dean's foot. Dean just gave him a look. I could tell that no more information was coming out of the police.

"Thank you for your time," I politely told the cop. "Gentlemen," I acknowledged the rest; Sam and Dean just followed me. Once we were far enough to be out of ear shot of the police. Dean smacked Sam on the back of his head.

"OW! What was that for?" Sam exclaimed. I laughed.

"Why do you have to step on my foot?"

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?"

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean if we're gonna find dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves," Dean told Sam, I wasn't focused on them anymore though; I cleared my throat to get their attention. When they looked at me, I nodded my head to the back of Dean.

We turned around and saw the sheriff and two important looking investigators walking towards us.

"Can I help you, three?" The sheriff asked.

"No sir, we were just leaving," Dean said quickly. Shit, we had to get out of here. Dean walked by the investigators coolly and nodded to them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully," I stifled my chuckle at Dean calling them anything. Sam and I just did the same and hurried to catch up to Dean. I could feel the sheriff burning holes in our backs with his eyes.

"I'll bet you that's her," Dean said to us as he pointed out a girl who was hanging posters. She was supposed to be Amy, Troy's girlfriend a.k.a. the dead guy's girlfriend.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

We were at the town's theater. Dean wanted to talk to her, find out if maybe she had information that could help us. We approached the girl and Dean started talking.

"You must be Amy."

"Yeah," she said sadly.

"Troy told us about you, we're his cousins. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and Lexi," Dean pointed us out.

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said suspiciously.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much; we're up in Modesto. So we're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around," I quickly made up a lie. A girl Amy's age came up to her when she saw us talking to her.

"Hey, are you okay?" the girl asked.

"Yeah," Amy answered her.

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked her. She nodded and started walking, we followed them. We saw a restaurant and ended up sitting in a booth.

"When was the last time you spoke to Troy?" Dean asked Amy.

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

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked next.

"No, nothing I can remember," Amy said; that's when I saw her necklace.

"I like your necklace," I commented casually. She pulled it out and smiled.

"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff," she explained. I just raised my eyebrow.

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing," I told her, looks like Troy wasn't oblivious after all.

"Okay, thank you 'Unsolved Mysteries'," he said to me, I glared back. "Here's the deal ladies—the way Troy disappeared—something's not right. So if you've heard anything…" Dean trailed off when he noticed the glance between Amy and her friend.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Well, it's just…with all these guys going missing, people talk," now we were getting somewhere.

"What do they talk about?" Sam and I said at the same time. We looked at each other for a second then we turned back to the girl.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like…decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up—well, they disappear forever," Amy's friend said. Yes, finally, a story we can follow. About time, I was starting to get bored.

Dean, Sam, and I were at the library looking for the murder of this Centennial chick. Dean was at the computer. Sam and I were behind him. And all we got was a big steaming pile of nothing. Dean tried again. In the search bar of the Jericho Herald web page Dean typed 'Female Murder Hitchhiking'. Again there were no results. He tried again by typing 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' with no results found. Again. This was pointless.

"Let me try," Sam said taking hold of the mouse. Dean just slapped his hand away.

"I got it," Dean argued. Sam pushed Dean's chair out of the way. "Dude!" Dean rolled back over. "You're such a control freak," Dean said. I decided to just ignore the whole thing and sit down on Dean's lap. "Hey!" I just ignored him.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" I double-checked. Dean nodded.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"Maybe it's not murder," I typed 'Female Suicide Centennial Highway' and wait for it…one result came up. Aha! I pressed on it and then started to read.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old; jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," I read.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked trying to read over my shoulder.

"Yeah," I answered him.

"What?" Sam asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, she comes back, and they aren't breathing. Both die," I read out loud.

"Hmm."

"'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch," I read a part from the interview with her husband. I pressed on a picture of the suicide. Instantly, I noticed the bridge.

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked us. I just nodded; I knew where we were going next.

"Good job, Lex," Sam ruffled my hair as he walked by. Dean just kissed my cheek and then pulled me off him. I smiled proudly.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean stated. We were at the bridge where the murders and suicide happened.

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

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," I replied while looking down the bridge; it was a long way down.

"Okay so now what?" Sam asked again.

"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while," Dean said. Huh, guess Dean forgot about—

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by—" Sam interrupted my musing.

"Monday. Right, the interview," guess not. He didn't forget.

"Yeah," Sam said.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Here we go.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" I asked Sam out of curiosity.

"No and she's not ever going to know," Sam snapped at me. What the hell?

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are," I snapped back angrily. I turned around and started walking but I could feel two sets of feet following me.

"Oh yeah? And who's that?" Sam challenged but it was Dean who answered.

"One of us," I turned around to see how Sam was going to reply about that.

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

"Well, you've got a responsibility," Dean replied back calmly.

"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures and a few hazy memories I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back," Sam said.

I couldn't believe he said that. What the fuck was wrong with him? Before I could react, Dean had Sam up against a rail on the bridge.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Dean shouted in Sam's face. I let out a sob. I couldn't stop it. Both of them looked at me and Dean let Sam go to walk to me but before he could take the first step, I turned around to run back to the car when I saw a woman in white on the side of the bridge. Uh oh.

"Uhh, guys," I called out to them. They focused and saw her too. She looked towards us before she let go of the rail she was holding on to and fell off the bridge. The three of us ran over to where we saw her drop, but there was no sign of movement in the water, or sound of her going into the water.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked the air.

"I don't know," Sam answered anyway. We heard a car start behind us. I turned around and saw the Impala's light's turn on.

"What the—" Dean started to say but Sam cut him off.

"Who's driving your car?"

Dean reached for something inside his pockets and when he took his hand out, he was holding the keys to the Impala.

"Shit," I said, the car started to drive down the bridge towards us. Dean and Sam both grabbed me and we started running down the bridge as fast as we can.

"Come on guys. Let's go! Go!" Sam said. The car was closer and both Dean and Sam let go of me. They were both heading towards the side of the bridge and I realized their plan. I didn't have time to hesitate though, so I just jumped.

Jumping down was a rush, the air was blowing my hair and shirt up and when the water hit me, I had no choice but to sink down. It was a forceful jump. The first thought that hit me was: Cold!

I started swimming back up towards the surface. Once I broke through, I took a big breath that made my lungs ache. I could hear someone call for me and when I looked up, I saw Sam and Dean still holding the rail. Oh yeah, holding on to the rail would have been a smart idea.

I swam to the edge and then crawled out of the water. When I was on land, I answered. "What?"

"Are you alright?" Sam asked me as they reached down and helped me up. I was covered in mud from head to toe.

"I'm super," I answered them both. They just laughed at me. We went back up the bridge. When we saw the car, Dean ran to it. Sam and I just followed walking.

"Car alright?" Sam asked Dean when we reached him.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick—what a bitch!" Dean shouted. Anyone who messes with Dean's car is automatically placed on his black list.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam said. We sat down on the hood of the car. I was squished between the two. "So where's the trail go from here, genius?" Sam asked Dean. "You smell like a toilet," he added to me.

"Thanks Sammy, you sure know how to make a girl blush," I said sarcastically. I got off the hood and went inside the car. This time I gave Sam the front seat. A few seconds later and both of them went inside the car, too. Dean started the car and he started driving. There was nothing to say so the car was filled with silence that none of us made an effort to break.

A few minutes passed and we saw a motel, Dean pulled up and we got out of the car. We took our duffels and went inside, Dean had a credit card ready and he put down on the front desk.

"One room please," Dean asked the guy behind the desk. I didn't mind sharing. The guy picked up the credit card and looked at it. Then he looked back to us.

"You guys have a reunion or something?" the guy asked us.

"What do you mean?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian; he came in and bought out a room for the whole month," he told us. A whole month? Why?

"Actually, we were supposed to meet him here. Do you mind showing us his room?" I came up with a lie, the guy just nodded, told us which room it was and the direction. Dean thanked him and we left. Once we arrived at the room, Sam quickly bent down to pick the lock.

Two minutes later and he opened the door for us. Sam pushed Dean in and I followed them inside; the sight that I saw however made me quickly stop till the shock settled in.

"Whoa," Sam said and I had to agree.

The room was messier than messy. The bed was unmade; half-eaten food was there, but what made me start moving again was the collage of newspaper articles covering the wall. I quickly walked over and looked at all the paper.

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

"Salt, cats-eye shells; he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in," Sam noted, I was too busy reading to answer though. Sam noticed and he came over to me. "What's that?" He asked me.

Dean came and stood next to me, he started reading before I could say something.

"Centennial Highway victims. 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?" Dean wondered, I walked to the other side of the room. I was trying to answer Dean's question in my head when I saw a paper that said 'Woman in White'. I turned on the light so I could see better. I gazed at the paper for a few more seconds before all of it finally clicked into place. I laughed at my own stupidity.

"Dad figured it out," I said to Sam and Dean.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked me.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white," I explained. Dean turned back to the wall and looked at all the pictures of the men who have been victims.

"You sly dogs," Dean said to the pictures. "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 said.

"No, dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean turned back to me. I looked back at the article.

"Nope, not that I can tell. If I were dad though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive," I told them. I could imagine dad making the same move.

"All right, why don't you see if you can find an address," Dean asked me. I shook my head.

"I'm gonna get cleaned up. Sammy, you do it," I turned around to grab my duffel and I was going to enter the bathroom when I heard Sam speak to Dean.

"Hey Dean—what I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry," Sam apologized; I was halfway through the door when I heard Dean talking.

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, Sam," I could feel both of their eyes on my back and I knew that they knew that I was listening. I hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

All I heard next was Sam's famous 'jerk' and then Dean's famous 'bitch' and I sighed. I decided to ignore everything and just focus on getting clean again. I took off my clothes and turned on the shower. I waited for the water to warm up then I grabbed my shampoo that smelled like a basket of fruits.

I washed my hair and then I quickly scrubbed my body. When I was done washing the mud off my body, I just stood under the warm water. The warmth of it helped me relax my muscles and I sighed again, this time out of contentment.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but I decided to end my shower when I started to feel sleepy. I stepped out and dried myself with a towel and hurriedly put on a clean pair of skinny jeans and a top. I wore socks to keep my feet warm. I brushed my hair and got all the knots out. It was just past my shoulders. I left it to air dry and stuffed my dirty clothes into my bag. When I was done, I got out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following me.

Sam was doing something on his phone and when Dean saw me, he smirked.

"You look much cuter this way," Dean commented casually on my hair; I always had it tied up. I smiled at him and then threw my bag on the floor to the side. When I looked back at Sam, he was starring right at me. I quickly looked away then suddenly Dean jumped up from the bed he was longing on. "I'm starving; I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?" he asked us and I could see his plan. He wanted me and Sam to talk.

"No," Sam denied his offer.

I was starving on the other hand. "Get me a bacon-cheeseburger, with fries and a large coke," Dean nodded proudly at me.

"What happened to 'she doesn't eat'?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Bacon-cheeseburgers are the only exception," I told him "Don't forget the pie," I reminded Dean. "Pie, too."

"How can I? Aframian's buying," Dean said and then he was out the door.

I awkwardly stood there; I was avoiding Sam's eyes. But I knew I couldn't avoid him forever so I just sighed. I went to sit next to Sam on the bed. I could feel Sam wrap his arm around my shoulder.

"Lexi, I know I broke my promise to you and I know that you have every right to hate me but please, I'm begging here, don't give me the silent treatment," Sam said. I chuckled at him.

"Sam, I don't hate you. I never did. But you always promised me, Sammy, that you won't ever leave me. What happened to that promise? Mom left me, you left me, and now dad, too," I told him in a small voice. Suddenly I wasn't Lexi the strong Winchester anymore; I was Lexi, Sammy's baby sister.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he lifted my chin up. "Listen to me Lexi, I never left you, I left this life, I didn't want it Lex, it was a tough life, not easy, all I wanted was a chance at normal. Have a girlfriend, go to college, have a normal, legal job," I laughed through my tears. "I wanted to be safe, you guys didn't even think about the idea, you just said no without even contemplating the other option. You were always daddy's little girl, Dean was daddy's golden boy. I just didn't fit in, you know," Sam said as he wiped my tears.

"That's not true Sammy, you have no idea how much dad missed you, how much Dean wished for a boy to talk to you, I was there but he also needed his brother, so did I," I looked into his eyes. "But I guess I see your point," I concluded.

"I really missed you, Sammy."

"I missed you too, Lex," I grinned at his nickname for me. "Guess you did get my emails, after all," he said.

"Oh I got them, I just never replied back," I grinned. He just shook his head at me. But he too had a smile, my smile. Sam always smiled a dimpled smile that he saved just for me, for the little chick flick moments we secretly shared.

I gave him a big hug, and for a moment everything was fine. Dad was not missing, Dean and Sam were happy, and I was safe. But I snapped back to reality when I heard Sam's cell phone ringing. He let go of me and answered it.

"What?" Sam answered.

"Dude, get Lexi and five-o take off," I heard Dean say on the other end of the phone.

"What about you?" Sam asked him.

"Uhh, they kinda spotted me. Go find dad," the line disconnected. I heard the police approaching the door.

"Sammy, quick let's go," I pointed at the window, and Sam quickly got our bags and threw them out the window. He went out and I climbed out the window after him. He caught me and then we started running towards the Impala when we noticed Dean.

"So...fake US Marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" We heard the policeman ask Dean. We were hidden from view but we could hear them just fine.

"My boobs," Dean smiled. I couldn't help it, I let out a chuckle. Sam put his hand over my mouth. I saw the cops shove Dean on the hood of the police car.

"You have the right to remain silent," The policeman told him. The guy cuffed Dean's hands and then forced him inside the car. A minute later, they were all gone.

"I knwedgh a wybat tuog hywulup shiym," I said from behind Sam's hand. When he realized I was trying to talk to him he removed his hand. "I said, I know a way to help him."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"I'll tell you but first we need to pay Mr. Welch a necessary visit," I told him. Sam nodded, grabbed the bags, and stood up. I followed him to the Impala; apparently he had the spare time to grab the keys when we were in a hurry to get the hell out of the room. I just got in the passenger seat and watched Sam start up the car. We pulled out of the parking lot and started following the directions to Mr. Welch's new house.

"Lex?" Sam pulled me out if thoughts.

"Yeah?" I turned in my seat to look at him.

"I'm really sorry about what I said about mom. I know how much you miss her—"

"Just let it go, Sam, you didn't mean what you said. I get it, please just don't bring it up," I interrupted him. I couldn't have him talking about mom.

"Okay," he agreed, he knew I didn't like the subject of mom brought up and he didn't push it. A few minutes passed when Sam pulled up in front of a not bad looking house. He reached over the backseat to grab something, when he found what he was looking for; he held it up to me. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"A picture of dad? What, you're gonna go share and tell with the guy?" I asked him. He scoffed at me and got out without replying. I followed him to the front door. Sam knocked on the door and a middle-aged guy opened it.

"Hi…uhh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked the man.

"Yeah," he replied still looking at us warily.

"This is Sam and I'm Lexi. We were just wondering if you've seen this man," I said as Sam held up the picture of dad. I figured that was the reason Sam took the picture of dad with him.

Joseph looked at the picture for a second, and then he stepped out in the yard and motioned for us to follow him.

"Yeah, he was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter," I sighed in relief, I seriously thought he was hurt or…or dead.

"That's right. We're working on a story together," Sam went along with Dad's lie.

"Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on. The questions he asked me," Joseph shook his head in disbelief.

"About your late wife, Constance?" Sam subtly asked for information.

"He asked me where she was buried," Joseph said. So if dad asked him where she was buried, then why didn't he finish the job himself?

"And where is that again?" I asked this time.

"What, I got to go through these twice?" The guy said angrily at me.

"It's just fact checking. If you don't mind," Sam quickly diffused the situation.

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

"Why did you move?" Sam questioned.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died," well, the guy did have a point.

"Mr. Welch, did you never marry again?" I quickly got to the point. When Sam heard my question, he stopped looking around and focused.

"No way; Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known," Mr. Welch exclaimed. Yeah right, then why the fuck did you cheat on her, you dick?

"So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked to make sure he heard the man correctly. It was Sam's question though, that made Joseph hesitate for a second.

"Definitely," he finally answered.

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time," Sam said. I couldn't believe my ears. The guy was lying through his teeth and Sam was going to leave?! Once Sam noticed the fact that I wasn't walking with him towards the car he turned around. He shot me a look and I shot him one back. Then I turned back around to face Mr. Welch.

"Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a woman in white?" I asked him even though I knew his answer.

"A what?"

"A woman in white or sometimes a weeping woman; it's a ghost story. Well it's more of a phenomenon really. Um, they're spirits. They've been sited for hundreds of years. Dozens of places; in Hawaii and Mexico, lately in Arizona and Indiana. All these are different women, you understand. But all share the same story," I explained to him.

"Girl, I don't care much for nonsense," he scowled at me, I just ignored him.

"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 lives. So now their spirits are cursed. Walking back roads, waterways, and if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him, and that man is never seen again," I finished my story. By now the poor guy was sweating bullets. I could feel Sam behind me.

"You think—you think that has something to do with Constance? You bitch," Sam stood next to me and cleared his throat. The guy looked at me then at Sam's glare and he paled even more when he noticed Sam's size.

"You tell me." I challenged him.

"I mean maybe—maybe I made some mistakes, but no matter what I did, Constance never would have killed her own children. Now you get the hell out of here, and you don't come back," Joseph shouted at us, Sam and I just walked back to the car and got in. We pulled out and we were on the street again.

"Good job, Lex," Sam smiled at me.

"Thanks," I beamed. "Now for our next mission, it's called: Unauthorized Dismissing," I laughed evilly. "Just hand me your phone, Sammy," Sam handed me his phone.

"What are you going to do?" Sam asked. I picked up the phone and dialed 911. Sam raised his eyebrows at what I was doing.

"Hello," A guy answered.

"Hello…help me, please," I made sure my voice was out of breath and panicked. "Help me, there is someone shooting someone on Whiteford Road. Please, come quickly," I squeaked out. Sam was grinning at me.

"Calm down, Miss. We'll be there as soon as possible, what's your name?" The guy asked me.

"Okay, my name is—" and I hung up. Sam just burst out laughing.

"I gotta say it," Sam started, "you're awesome," he told me. "But why didn't you use your phone?"

"In case they track it down when they find out it was fake," I replied smugly. Sam stopped smiling. His phone ringing distracted him though. He answered it but he put on speaker.

"Fake 911 call, Sammy. I don't know, that's pretty illegal," Dean said. I could hear relief in his voice though.

"It wasn't me, man, that was all Lex," Sam replied proudly.

"That's my girl," Dean said through the phone.

"You're welcome," I smiled.

"Listen, we gotta talk," Dean said, he was serious now, I got worried.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been dad's next stop," Sam said which got us back to the one-million-dollar question. Why didn't he finish the job, yet?

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean told Sam which was totally ignored by Sam.

"We just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet?" Sam said.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho," my heart stopped beating and then it started beating really fast. It was doing a marathon and I could feel all the blood drain from my face. Sam noticed my reaction and he asked silently if I was okay. I was too busy trying to catch my breath and calm down to answer him.

"What? How do you know?" Sam asked for me.

"I've got his journal," oh god, dad is dead. Or hurt or something was seriously wrong. He never went anywhere without that thing, I even made fun of him 'cause of it. Dad never left his journal anywhere. I could feel the tears running freely from my face. "Lex, are you okay?" I couldn't breathe right.

"Lexi, calm down, okay," Sam told me while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Deep breath, deep breath," I could faintly hear Dean panicking on the phone so I answered him weakly.

"I'm fine, Dean," I said weakly into the phone.

"Yeah right, I promise Lex, we'll find him, me and you, I promise," Dean reassured me and I felt better almost right away. "He doesn't go anywhere without that, Dean," I told him.

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

"What's it say?" Sam got back in the conversation.

"Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going," Dean muttered, I could just hear him grind his teeth. Dean was mad at dad for ditching us like this.

"Coordinates. Where to?" I asked him, my curiosity got the best of me.

"I'm not sure yet," Dean answered.

"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? Whoa!" Sam suddenly exclaimed.

Three things suddenly happened at once: Sam dropped the phone he was holding, put his arm in front of me, and hit the breaks real hard so we wouldn't hit the woman in white in front of the car. The car came to a sudden stop that would have sent me crashing in the windshield if it weren't for Sam's hand.

"Sam? Sam! Lexi?! Sam?!" I could hear Dean's voice coming from the cell phone on the floor. But neither I nor Sam made a move to grab it. We were too focused on the woman in the backseat of the car.

"Take me home," the woman in white said. Sam and I were just frozen.

"I thought she only takes guys," I whispered to Sam.

"Well, I guess she doesn't care this time," Sam whispered back.

"Take me home," she said again.

"No," Sam denied. I had a really bad feeling about this.

Suddenly the doors locked by themselves. She put the car into gear and pressed the gas pedal. All the while, she was in the backseat starring at Sam. The car lurched forward, and Sam tried taking control of the wheel but it was no use. So we just focused on unlocking the doors. Constance flickered in the back seat as the car pulled up to an old, empty, broken house at the end of Breckenridge Road. The car shut off even though the doors were still locked.

"Don't do this," Sam tried to reason with the ghost.

"I can never go home," she whispered.

But something clicked, "You're scared to go home," I was shocked. That's why she couldn't go home. Sam and I faced her again in the backseat but when we turned around there was no one.

"Where the hell did she go?" I looked at Sam. Out of nowhere she jumped at Sam and sat in his lap, she pushed the seat down so she was practically on top of him. "Found her," I mumbled to Sam. I tried looking away, I really did but I couldn't look away from the sight of my brother gettin' it on with a ghost.

"Hold me. I'm so cold," she shivered to emphasize her point and laid her head onto Sam's chest.

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been," Sam spoke to her. He did have a point.

"You will be. Just hold me," She started kissing Sam and I was torn between laughing my ass off or puking my guts out. Sam was trying to reach for something but instead he grabbed my hand; I nearly jumped out of my skin. He pointed to the car keys in the ignition. But before I could do anything Constance turned into more of a monster than a pretty lady, and disappeared until her claws started trying to reach through Sam's chest. Sam screamed and ripped open his jacket and I saw five finger holes going through his shirt.

"LEXI, DOWN!" I heard Dean shout at me and I didn't even look, I just ducked and Dean shot rock salt through the window at the ghost. The car keys were right in front of me so I turned the engine on and Sam put the car into gear.

"I'm taking you home," Sam told her and floored it going straight through the wall of the house.

"Sam! Lexi!" I could hear Dean coming through to us. "Guys! You okay?" He asked again. Sam opened the door and got out with a little help from Dean. I was too busy, trying to breathe right after getting the air knocked out my lungs.

"Lexi, answer me," Dean came to my side of the car and opened the door.

"I think," I wheezed out.

"Can you move?" Dean asked as he checked me for any signs of wounds.

"Yeah, help me," Dean wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me out of the car. I stood up next to him and my lungs started working again. I took a deep breath. We then looked at Sammy but he was looking at Constance.

She picked up a picture from the floor that had the picture of two children. Hers, probably. She threw the picture on the ground, and stepped aside, controlling the dresser she had been standing in front of to go forward and pin Sam and Dean against the hood of the car. Luckily, Dean pushed me out of the way so I wouldn't be crushed.

I looked back at her to see what she was looking at. The light flickered on, and Constance turned around to see the stairs leaking water. She looked to the top of the stairs and so did I. Her two children were standing there, they held hands.

"You've come home to us, mommy," The children said in a sing-song voice way which really crept me out. Out of nowhere, her children were suddenly behind her. They grabbed her, and she screamed as she and her children melted into a puddle on the ground. Finally, Sam and Dean were able to push the dresser off of them after she was gone. They walked over to the small puddle on the ground.

"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean commented, he was looking down at the water on the floor.

"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them," I finally concluded. I just wanted to go home and have a long, deep sleep.

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Lex," Dean smirked.

"I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam asked him with sarcastic voice.

"Hey, saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you," Dean went to look at his precious baby. He started to move the wood off of it. After he made sure that the car was fine, he motioned for us to get in. I went in the backseat, 'cause I was hoping I could sleep. Sam and Dean got in after me.

Dean started the car and he backed out of the house. Before long, we were back on the road; we weren't going back to the motel though. I heard Sam ruffling up some sort of paper and when I looked at him, he was holding up a map. He had Dad's journal too. He was trying to find where the coordinates were located.

"Okay, here's where dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado," Sam told us.

"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asked.

"About six hundred miles," Sam answered quietly, my jaw dropped. That was a long way from here.

"If we shag ass we can make it by morning," Dean joked. He was trying to see if Sam would come with us, but I shook my head at Dean. Sam was right, he was better at college; at least he was safe there. Plus this was Sam's life; he was the one to decide what he wanted to do with it.

"Dean, um…" Sam started and I finished for him.

"Dean, he needs to be at his college by morning. You and I can go by ourselves and check out the job."

"You're not going?" He asked Sam completely ignoring me.

"The interview's in ten hours, I gotta be there," Sam muttered. Dean shot me a look.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever; I'll take you home," Dean nodded.

The rest of the ride was quiet, the occasional small talk came up but when Dean snapped at Sam, all of us just quit the whole thing. We sat quietly in the car and we let the engine fill the silence. I tried to sleep, I really did; but no sleep came to me. I fidgeted in my seat all the time. At one point, Sam offered to switch seats with me but I just shook my head. Dean tried putting on music to help me sleep. But no matter what they did, I wasn't comfortable, like my skin was too tight. Dean kept giving me looks in the rearview mirror. I tried looking out the window. Everything was dark but a sign caught my eye. It said that we were in Palo Alto, California.

That's when the pounding in my head started. At first it was a dull ache, and then it was a headache. It seemed like the closer we got to Sam's apartment, the stronger the migraine became. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. And then my lungs stopped working.

I was sitting in the backseat and Sam and Dean were oblivious but when I started choking, the car skidded to a stop.

"Lexi? Lexi?!" I could hear Dean call my name. I couldn't get air into my lungs though so I could answer.

"Lex?! Lexi?!" That was Sam; I was desperate to get oxygen into my blood. But no matter how many times I tried taking my breath, it wouldn't get in my lungs. It felt like someone was blocking it.

I felt someone in the backseat with me. "Lexi? Look at me," Sam said. I was bent over, so I straightened out and rested my head against the seat. Sam held my face between his hands.

"Sam! Move!" Dean said to Sam and he quickly moved so Dean could reach me.

"Lexi, you have to calm down. You need to calm down," Dean said. But I couldn't hear him anymore. The throbbing in my head suddenly got much worse. The pain was too much and I started screaming. I could feel Dean and Sam call out to me but their voices were lost to the one in my head.

"Lexi. Lexi," the voice taunted. "How does it feel to be choking on your own breath," It talked to me; I couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Oh Lexi; you can't help her now, it's done now," the voice spoke to me. I decided to try my luck and speak to it.

"Who are you? I can't help who?" I gasped breathlessly. I faintly hear Sam and Dean making a fuss in the background but I wasn't paying attention.

"Jessica. You can't help poor, little Jessica. Oh Lexi, you always wanted to know how poor mommy was killed. Well, here is your chance to find out. Send Sammy my regards," it said to me; then all I could hear was laughing. He or whatever it was started laughing. It made my skin crawl and his voice went higher and higher till all I could feel and hear was his chuckles. And just when I thought I was about to blackout or possibly die from lack of air…

Everything stopped.

The excruciating pain in my head was gone. My lungs started working again and I took the biggest breath that I could without having my lungs bursting. If my lungs weren't aching, and Dean and Sam weren't going crazy over me; I would've thought that I imagined the whole thing.

"Lexi?! Lexi?! C'mon, say something," Dean said.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I assured them both. They looked at me like I had five heads.

"Fine," Dean scoffed. "You're bleeding," Dean said. I looked at him. What the hell was he talking about? And then I felt the wetness under my nose, I wiped under my nose with my fingers and I could tell Dean was right. As I looked at the red on my fingers more, I suddenly took a mental slap to the face.

"Guys! Dean, go to his house! Now!" Oh shit, how could I forget?

"Dean! Now! GO!" Both of the boys jumped at my outburst but it's what put them in motion. They both gave me questioning looks but Dean quickly turned around in the front seat and drove. "Now, Dean."

"Lexi, why? What's wrong with Jessica?" Sam asked me. I know I was freaking him out. But I couldn't get the words out of my head.

You always wanted to know how poor mommy was killed. Well, here is your chance to find out.

"I just want to make sure she's okay, Sammy," I told him.

"Why wouldn't she be okay, Lex?" Sam said. I could hear the panic in his voice.

Dean pulled up in front of the building. Sam was going to start with the goodbye talk but I quickly cut him off.

"Sam, go check on Jessica and when you make sure she's okay, you can come back down to tell us goodbye. Go Sam!" He opened the door and he quickly got out. He opened the building's door and went inside. Once we couldn't see him anymore, Dean turned to me.

"Lexi? What the hell?" Dean asked. I knew he was going to start asking questions but I was watching the window to their apartment.

"Shhh, just wait," I hushed Dean. He saw what I was focused at, so he just watched the window like me.

One minute passed. Then two. Then three. On the fourth minute Dean cracked.

"Lexi, see everything is fine. You were just imagining things. Jessica is fine and I bet Sam is coming down now," Dean rubbed my back but I still wasn't so sure. Dean turned back to me. "Lexi, maybe you—"

"Dean! Look up!" I said as I watched the fire through the window. Dean looked up.

"Shit! Stay here, Lex," Dean demanded. He opened the door and ran to the building without closing it. I had no problem staying in the car. I was too frozen to actually move or even blink.

I called 911 and reported the fire. But this time I gave them my name. I could see the fire from where I was sitting. I could see the flames and I was starting to worry about Dean and Sam. Suddenly his voice was in my mind again.

...how poor mommy was killed. Well, here is your chance to find out.

I saw Dean and Sam get out of the building and by that time the firefighters were here and they were extinguishing the fire. Sam and Dean walked by the car and motioned for me to get out.

I met them by the trunk of the car. Dean opened it and Sam put his duffel bag in but this one had weapons in it. They both looked at me and I looked down guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Sam, if I didn't freak out back in the car; she would be alive by now. I'm so sorry, Sammy," tears were running down my face. I felt so guilty that I could drown in it.

"No. No way, Lex, this isn't you fault. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't help it," Sam pulled me in his arms, and he rubbed my back. I felt even worse. Sam's girlfriend just fuckin' died and Sam was the one comforting me. I pulled away from his hug. I wiped away my tears and man'd up.

We all looked at each other asking silently; what we were supposed to do now? Sam just nodded.

"We got work to do," He declared. I looked at him and it seemed like all the light was sucked out of his eyes, and he was empty.

We all went around the car and got in. We drove away from the scene and no one spoke. But we all new what the other was thinking; it was one question:

How the fuck did I know Jessica was in danger?!

I had a feeling that the road we were taking wasn't going to be smooth or end anytime soon.

But none of us noticed how this was an exact imitation of what happened eighteen years ago.