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(1.1) ─ Pilot

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:
‧⁺˚*‧☾ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞 ☽‧*˚⁺‧

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"Wait!"

"What?"

"Dean when you said that we were going to see if Sam would help us find dad, I thought you meant we would, I don't know nock on the door?" Carmen yelled in a hush tone. The two were crouched by window that Dean was starting to open. "Why would we do that? This is way more fun."

"You say that now" She muttered as he helped her through the now open window.

Dean went and opened Sam's fridge and closed it loudly, too loudly. She turned and gave him a death look, just as a pair of footsteps come their way. It was Sam and he didn't realize it was us so he and Dean had a small fight. Ending with Dean pinning him to the ground. "Easy tiger,"

"Dean?" Sam breathed out in disbelief, "You scared the crap out of me."

"That's cause your out of practice,"

The wood creek under Carmen's feet as she shifted her weight around making both brothers look at her. "Carmen?"

"In the flesh,"

Sam quickly moved and pinned Dean to the floor. "Or not, get off of me," The oldest remarked as Sam got off of him and helped him up back to his feet.

The lights suddenly turned on, "Sam?" A woman's voice said. All three Winchester head's turned to see a very attractive women in the doorway "Jess, hey" Sam started, "...This is Dean and Carmen, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Wait, as in you brother and sister?" Jessica said with a smile, Sam nodded.

Dean grinned, "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Carmen slowly reached over and slapped the back of his head. "Sorry, my brother doesn't have any manners."

"Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some family business. But, uh, nice meeting you,"

"No." Sam protested walking over to Jess wrapping his arm around her waist, "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

Dean and Carmen gave each other a look, "Dad hasn't been in a few days," She informed moving a piece of hair from her face. "So he's probably working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later,"

Dean put his head down, shaking it a bit before looking up. "Dad's on a hunting trip, and hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam didn't move, he didn't even change his expression still looking at them. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside,"

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"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you two,"

"Sammy just shut up and listen, please." Carmen pleaded while following behind them.

"Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him," Dean added in short and simple. "You do remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing, he's always missing, and his always fine." Sam snapped.

Dean stopped in front of him, "Not for this long. Now are you coming or not?"

"I'm not,"

Carmen swiftly held her hand out towards Dean, as he reached down for his wallet placing a ten dollar bill in her hand. "Thank you,"

"Did you two make a bet on if I would go with you are not?"

"Yes." The two said at the same time, Carmen with a smug smile while Dean clearly looked annoyed. "But why aren't you coming with us?" She asked putting the bill in her back pocket.

"Because I swore I was done with hunting for good."

"It wasn't easy, but wasn't that bad." Dean tried to reason as he turned and started to walk.

"When I told Dad I was afraid of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say; 'Don't be afraid of the dark'." Sam protested looking at the oldest in disbelieve. "Don't be afraid of the dark?" He repeated in disbelieve. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"We get it." Carmen declared with a sign.

"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."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too,"

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked turning so his full attention was now on Dean.

Carmen was their sister, well not biological. So whenever they would talk about their mom she kept quite. Only butting in when it got physical or when she could tell one of them needed to walk away. But still could tell that Dean was effected by what Sam said. His jaw as he opened the door, walking towards the Impala. Leaving Sam and Carmen to follow close behind, "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? I mean, we were raised like warriors. I mean just look at Carmen." Sam stated once more.

"What does that mean?" She challenged looking at him with a raised brow.

"You just wanna live a apple pie life? Is that it?"Our older brother ask as they both ignored her comment.

"No. Not normal. Safe," He corrected.

"And that's why you ran away,"

"I was going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." He replied in defense. "Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not..." She trailed changing the touchy subject. Not wanting to even think of that as a possibility.

"We can't do this alone," Dean declared.

"Yes you can,"

"No we can't. And even if we could we don't want to." Carmen stated looking at her brother. "Come on Sammy i miss having both my big brothers around."

"What was he hunting?"

She smiled very cheerfully as Dean smirked at their brother caving in. He opened the trunk reaching out toward another handle and opened it revealing the trunks arsenal.

Sam cleared his throat, "So when Dad left...why didn't you two go with him?" He asked curiously while looking over the fimilar area.

"A, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean started. "We were working on it together."

Sam looked at him in disbelief, "Dad let you take Carmen on your own?"

The oldest stopped searching and looked up at him. "Dude, I'm 26, I can take care of both of us."

"By that he means I can take care of us both." She corrected with a smirk making him to rolled his eyes as he started to search again. "Here you go," He pulled out a small stack of papers. He signed checking them quickly before explaining, "So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy. They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

Sam was studying the papers he had just handed him, "Maybe he was kidnapped?"

"Yeah that's what we thought, but here's another one in April," She started leaning on the lid. "And another one in December 04, 03, 98, 92, ten of them over the past 20 years. All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago." Dean finished pulling out a cassette player from a duffle bag. "We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then we received this voice mail."

"Dean...Carmen...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may...be very careful you two. We're all in danger."

Dean stopped the tape as the both of them looked at Sam waiting for his answer. "You know there's EVP on that?"

He smirked a bit, "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"

"I slowed the message down, ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what i got," She informed leaning over Dean and pressed play.

"...I can never go home..."

Dean stopped the tape once more as looked back up at the taller brother. "Never go home," He mumbled as it replayed in his mind.

The oldest brother tossed the recorder back in the duffel bag, knocking the shotgun that was propping the trunk open over making it shut. "You know, in almost two years we never bothered you, never asked you for a thing,"

Sam looked at the shorter brown haired girl for a moment who gave him a soft smile. He looked away and signed then looked back. "All right. I'll go, I'll help you two find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here," He agreed before turning and walking back to his apartment.

"What's on Monday?!"

"I have this....I have an interview,"

"What, a job interview?" Dean asked shrugging, "Skip it,"

Sam to roll his eyes after turning back to them, "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school?" Carmen asked softly. "So we got a deal or not?" He asked not hearing his sister's tone of voice. Dean smiled slightly, and gave a small shrug. Sam than turned back and walked back to his apartment. Dean held out his hand towards her. "What?"

"My ten,"

"What ten?" She asked with a completely confused expression.

"Carmen,"

"Dean you never gave me ten." She insisted while moving her stuff that was in the front to the back seat. "I'm not getting it back am I?" He asked as the realization started to kick in. "Nope,"

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Carmen's eyes slowly opened but quickly shut as the sun coming through the Impala's back window blinded her. Propping herself up while her free hand was rubbing her eye.

"You two want breakfast?" Dean asked through the open window holding a bag.

"No, thanks,"

"Water, please," She asked as he handed it to her through the open window.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked looking through a box in the passenger seat.

"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 answered smuggly.

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" He questioned swinging his legs back inside the car and shuttinh the door. "Uh...let's see...Burt Aframian?"

Dean got into the Impala and closed his door. "And his kids Hector and Violet. Scored three cards out of the deal." Sam let out a small laugh nodding his head, "That sounds about right,"

"Besides I think I look like a Violet Aframian." She joked sitting up and flipping her slightly tangled hair out of her face. They all laughed before going back to what they were all doing.

Sam let out a sigh shaking his head at the box before looking at their brother. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

He stared at him for a moment, a frown showed up on his face, "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes," Sam pointed out. "And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallic?"

Dean rolled his eyes, taking the box labeled Metallica from him. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock. Carmen, why don't you tell Sammy the house rules?" Dean asked looking back at the girl who was drinking from the water bottle.

She smiled after putting the bottle down leaning over the front seat, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. So if you don't want Dean to leave your ass on the side of the road, I would shut up." She remarked leaning back into my seat.

"Damn straight," He beamed with a smirk, "That's my girl!"

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Jericho 7

That's what the sign said as they passed. Sam had just gotten off the phone with the hospital, "Alright. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something I guess."

"My anxiety is lifting up a little bit." She muttered as they pulled up to a bridge with the police in front of it.

"Me and Sam will go, you stay here, ok?" Dean said glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"Do I have too, staying in the car is so boring." She whinned but all she got were rolling eyes. She sighed laying down on her back, grabbing a book off the floorboard as the car lightly shook as they shut their doors.

A few minutes had past and a couple of car doors slammed behind the Impala. She flipped onto her stomach and slowly inched her way to the back window. Being met with a black SUV and men caming out of it wearing suites. "Shit," She cursed grabbed her bag taking out my compact mirror. Opening it and moving it into the sun light and moving it upwards to shine directly into Dean's eyes.

Something the two had came up with after getting put into a situation where she couldn't just lay on the horn.

After catching her up on everything they found, they went to go find the missing boy's girlfriend, Amy.

Carmen had turned around looking around the busy small town, seeing a girl putting up pink flyers. "Hey I think I just found Waldo."

"Yeah," Sam agreed walking over to her.

"You must be Amy,"

"Yeah,"

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his cousin. I'm Dean, this is Carmen, and that is Sammy." He introduced.

"He never mentioned you to me." She said walking away as they followed. "Well, that's Troy, I guess."

"We're up in Modesto, so we don't talk much." Carmen added to the lie sounding as convincing as she could. "So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam said as a random girl come up to Amy, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Amy said giving her a small smile.

"What it be okay if we ask you a couple questions?" The youngest asked softly. She just nodded, and lead them into a random diner. Amy and her friend were sitting on one side of the booth as the Winchester siblings sat on the other. "Can you tell us what happened?" Carmen asked softly, breaking the silence.

She took a deep breath before speaking, "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked leaning his elbows forward.

Amy shook her head, "No. Nothing I can remember,"

Carmen's head tilted at the pentagram necklace Amy had around her neck. "Cool necklace," She said with a smile, pointing it out for her siblings to see. She reached down and held the pendant, and was looking down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," She answered with a small chuckle, "...with all the devil stuff." Sam smiled a laugh. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is for protection against evil."

"Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries," Dean said sarcastically, leaning forward. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

Amy and her friend looked at each other. "What is it?" Carmen asked picking up on their shift in mood. "Well, it's just.." They both started nervous. "I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Her friend answered.

"What do they talk about?" They asked at the same time.

"It's kind of this local legend...This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago," Her friend informed. Dean glanced at his siblings. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

All three siblings shared the same look knowing where they had to go to next. The library.

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Sam and Dean were doing research on the computer, well Carmen was looking through some of the towns records that weren't online. "Damn it," Dean cursed quietly.

"Here let me try." Carmen said walking over to them, "I don't think there's much you can do Shorty. Because me and Sam been at this for-"

"Shut up, and let me work my magic."

"Angry spirits are born from violent deaths?" She thought out loud, "So if we changed this to that," She said changing murder to suicide. "Bingo, April 25th, 1981, what would do without me?"

"What does the article say?" He asked crossing his arms annoyed.

"A local woman's death was ruled as a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Blah, blah, blah." She read a loud. "Here we go, Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania. Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night. After -- oh god,"

"What's wrong Carmen?" Sam asked after seeing her face dropped.

"After she found her two young children, 5 and 6, dead in the bathtub. She killed herself because her children died." She sighed out in a hurt tone. It hurt her knowing that Constance thought she was the reason her children were dead.

"The bridge look familiar to you two?" Dean asked quickly changing the topic pointing towards a photo that was on the screen.