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(1.2) ─ Jericko

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:
‧⁺˚*‧☾ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚 ☽‧*˚⁺‧

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"In the middle of the night on a dark old creepy bridge, sounds like a great way to spent my weekend." Carmen muttered as the three were looking over the railing. “So this is where Constance took the swan dive,” Dean said as Carmen's mind was elsewhere, “Dad must have been here.”

“Well, he's chasing the same story. So I think it's very possible.” He said putting a arm around her making her feel a bit better.

“Okay, so what now?” Sam asked turning to the two. “Now we keep digging until we find him.” Dean said. “Guys, I told you-”

“Monday. Right. Interview.” He cut him off already knowing what he was gunna say. “Yeah,”

“Yeah, forgot about that,” He shrugged off. Carmen knew were this was going, and didn't pay attention to their agreement. After the last one they had, the breaking on she didn't want to hear the other on. Turning back to see Dean had Sam by the collar holding him against the railing of the bridge. “Dean!” She yelled running up to them, “Listen throwing him over the railing isn't going to do anything. So let him go.”

“Don't talk about her like that,” Dean said eerily clam. Her eyes glanced passed him seeing Constance. “Guys!” She aid a little panicked making Dean let go of Sam and both followed her gaze.

Constance looked over at them, then stepped forward off the edge. They ran to the railing and looked over but nothing was there.

“Where'd she go?” Dean asked, searching the river.

“I don't know,”

That's when she heard the engine, looking over to see no one in the Impala, but the car was surely on. “Dean!” Carmen called in a panicked.

“What the?”

“Dean, who's driving you car?” Sam asked. He than pulled out his keys and jingled them, without taking his eyes off the Impala. The tires squealed coming straight towards them. Great first ghost hitchhiker now a ghost car.

“Run!'

They all took off but the car was faster. “Jump!” Carmen listened and threw herself over the railing. Trying to grab the railing but missing. Getting ready to hit the water, but looking around seeing Sam had grabbed her wrist. “You okay?” He yelled. “If by okay you mean dangling off a bridge, then I'm peachy.” She remarked as Sam quickly pulled the both of them up to the railing.

Looking for Dean but he wasn't there, “Dean?”

No response.

“Dean?”

Still getting nothing

“Dean!”

“What?!” He finally yelled back as he had crawled out of the water and onto the mud. “Hey! Are you all right?” Sam asked relieved. Dean held up a ok sign. “I'm super,” He said sarcastically as they both let out a sigh in relief.

Dean had gotten back on the bridge. “Your sure okay, right?” He asked Carmen as they walked towards the Impala. “Last time, I’m fine,”

“Okay, good.” Dean said opening the hood on the Impala. “Your car all right?” Sam asked. “Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean called out.

She rolled her eyes, “I take it as in she doesn't want us digging around.”

“No offense, dude...but you smell like a toilet.” Sam pointed out. “Yeah, you really need a shower.” She added as the two started to laugh. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it out,” Dean mumbled in a huff.

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They went to the nearest motel as it was starting to become morning. Walking to the motel and up to the clerk who was shocked with Dean, who was still covered in mud. He put down the card down on top of the counter, “One room, please.”

He looked at the card, “You guys having a reunion or something?” He asked making all three siblings raise a brow, “What do you mean?” Sam spoke up.

“Another guy come in here, Burt Aframian. Came in and bought out a room for the whole month.”

The three of them shared a look thinking the same thing. “You wouldn't have the room number, would you?” Carmen asked thinking she'll have better luck than the boys.

“23,”

“Can you give us the keys?” Dean asked. The clerk frowned and shook his head, “Can't do that. You'll have to wait for him to come back.”

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“Yetiz,” Carmen declared with a grin opening the motel door. Slipping her lock pick away, following her brothers inside as they froze, taking it all in. Every wall had papers, maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. Things were everywhere. Piles of books on the desk and piles of other junk covering the floor and bed. What really stuck out where these thing with hazards symbols on them. John was never was neat. And if your going to be a hunter you can't really be crazy about everything being neat.

“Whoa,” Sam breathed out as they started to walk around the room taking it all in.

“That's a understatement.” Carmen stated trailing her fingers over a few newspaper clipping.

Dean turned on a light by the bed, picked up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. He gagged at the smell, “I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least,”

“Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried,” Sam informed running his fingers over the salt. “Have you meet Dad, he finds things to worry about.” She remarked, turning back to the notes. “Carmen, he was trying to keep something from coming in.” He insisted. “Yeah, and Dad didn't have the best track record with friendships.”

“What have you got here?” He asked, as him and Dean were looking at the papers covering the wall. “Centennial Highway victims,” Dean replied after glancing over the papers. “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?”

Her eyes kept going to an article John had about Constance, it had a handwritten note pinned above it:

 Women In White

She smiled, “You sneaky son of a gun. Dad figured it out,” She thought out loud. “What do you mean?” Dean asked walking over to her.. “Dad found the article on Constance Welch. And he figured it out that she's the woman in white.” She replied as Sam walked over to them.

Dean looked back, “You sly dog.”

He was looking back at them, pointing a finger. “All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it,”

“She might have another weakness,” Sam suggested.

“Well, Dad would want to make sure,” Dean said as he walked up to us. “He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?” The oldest finished.

“Nope but I think her husband may know, he's still alive.” She stated. “I'll go ask him,” Sam declared.

Dean nodded, “Alright. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I’m gonna get cleaned up.” With that he started to walk away. “Hey, Dean?” Sam started making him to turn around. “What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.” He quickly held up his hand, “No chick-flick moments,” He said making Sam chuckle.

“Alright. Jerk,”

“Bitch,”

“Assholes.”

Her eyes were looking around the room. A picture on the the mirror caught her eye. It was an old picture of John, Dean, Sam, and Carmen. John was sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean. Who had a little Carmen on his shoulders. On the other side of them was a little Sam who had his arms wrapped around him. She smiled while taking the photo.

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Sam was on the phone, Carmen was reading some of John's notes. Dean walked out of the bathroom, “Hey, guys. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in the diner down the street. You two want anything?”

“No,”

“Can I go, if I read anymore I might explode.” She joked as Dean nodded. “Why not, Sam you're sure you don't anything? Aframian buying,”

Sam declined as they left, Dean shut the door behind them. Pulling his jacket the rest of the way up, crossing the lot, as Carmen followed. Looking over to see a police car where the motel clerk was taking to two deputies from the crime scene. The clerk pointed at them making them both sigh silently. “Oh no,” She muttered turning away as he quickly pulled out his phone.

While Dean was on the phone Carmen started searching through her pockets finding a bobby pin and quickly put it in her hair. Turning back to the deputies as Dean was smiling, “Problem, officers?”

“I see one of the girls from the car,” Deputy told them. He looked at Dean, “Where's your partner?”

“Partner?” She repeated playing the dumb card, “Sir, I don't know what you talking about,”

One if the deputies nodded towards the motel room. Making the other walk towards the room. 'Now was a good time to panic,' Carmen thought glancing between the two.

“So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards.” He stated looking between the two siblings. “You got anything that's real?”

“My boobs.” Dean replied with a cheeky smile. Making the first deputy pushed Dean over the hood of the cop car. Well the other started putting cuffs on the youngest Winchester. “Careful that one bites,” Dean remarked referring to his sister.

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The sheriff walked into the room carrying a box setting on the table. They put Carmen and Dean in separate rooms. “So you want to give me your real name or what your brother gave me?”

“I am Carolina Nugent, and I'm here with my brother Ted Nugent.” She lied saying it just like Dean taught her. “I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you two are in,”

“Are we talking about misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, 'squeal like a pig, and cry for your momma trouble.” She remarked in a smart ass tone. “Cause, my momma is dead, and you can't exactly question a minor without a adult present.”

“You got the face of ten missing people taped to your wall,” The sheriff informed making her roll her eyes. “Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Kid, you and your brother are officially suspects.”

“That makes total sense,” She stated sarcastically, “Because in ‘82 when the first person went missing, my brother was, I don't know 3.” I pointed to myself, “I wasn't even thought of, let alone born.” She said while pointing towards herself. Pretty sure she'll get blisters from the cuffs. The only reason she was in cuffs was because she throw a cup of water at a deputy. He was talking to her like she was five.

“I know you've got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me Carmen,” He tossed a leather journal on the table. “This his?”

She slowly looked down at the journal, it was John Winchester's. 'How did he get this? Dad never leaves it behind. The sheriff sat on the edge of the table, looking through the journal. That was the only thing that was “neat”, he always had that thing organized. I mean he had too there were all his cases he worked on in there. Some of them he didn't work on but was picking on some similarities.' She thought to herself. “I figured that was your name it was the only other girl name that made sense. See, I read through this. What little I could make out I mean it's nine kinds of crazy. But, I found this to,” He opened the journal to a page:

 Dean

Carmen

 35-111

It was circled in red marker with nothing else on the page.

He looked at her, “Now, either Dean is short for something or you're Carmen.” She turned her head not wanting to look at him. Busy going through every scenario she could in her head. “You both are staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell this means.”

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The sheriff was still in Carmen's interrogation room. “It doesn't mean anything to me.”

“We gonna do this all night long?”

"I guess if you wont listen to me.”

A deputy suddenly walked in getting both their attention. “We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road.”  The sheriff looked back at the girl. “You need to go to the bathroom?” She shook her head no, “Good,” He uncuffed one of the cuffs only to cuff it to the table. Getting up and closing the door behind him.

“Oxymoron,” She muttered going for the bobby pin she hid behind ear. Breaking it in two and starting to pick the lock until the door opened. Looking up in a panic but relaxing after seeing it was only Dean. “About time,” She remarked annoyed taking the cuff off. “I was starting to get blisters.”

“Aw, and here I thought you were worried about me.” He shot back before nudging his head towards the open door. “Come on let's go find Sam,”

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Dean was in the payphone booth, on the phone with Sam. “She's fine.” She heard him say making her smile. “So did you make the call?..Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal.”

“Listen, we gotta talk,” He told him as there was a long pause. “Sammy, would you shut up for a second? Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho.”

“We've got his journal,” Dean answered. “Yeah, well, he did this time,”

“Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going,” He answered. “Yeah, were not sure yet, Sammy?!” He asked worriedly. When Dean panics that's when you know you have to panic. “Dean, whats going on?” Carmen asked pushing off the booth. He hanged up the phone, “I don't know but we are going to find out.”

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Dean was driving toward the house Constance was buried at, where he thought Sam was. Pulling up to the house and went straight to the trunk. Dean tossed a shotgun to Carmen as they saw Constance on top of Sam, hurting him. Dean shot her ghost making it start to flicker. She disappeared but both knew she would be back. “I'm taking you home,” Sam growl, driving the Impala into the house.

“Sam!” Both Winchester's yelled running towards him. “Here,” Sam muttered under the creaking.

“You okay?”

“I think,”

“Can you move?” Dean asked as he opened the passenger door. “Yeah. Help me,” He asked. He helped him out as Carmen looked around the house seeing Constance. She picked up a photo that had been thrown from the crash. A picture of her family.

“Sam, Dean,” She spoke low trying to get their attention. Constance looked up throwing the picture to the floor. Out of nowhere a bureau came sliding down, pinning us against the Impala. The abounded house lights flickered. The Winchester's looked around confused. Water began to pour down the staircase, dripping through the sides. Constance looked up, her two children. “....you've come home to us, Mommy,” They said in a eerie, quiet voice. A distraught look appeared on her face. She backed up, only to be embraced by her children. Constance let out an painful, ear-piercing scream. They fell into a puddled on the floor. I kicked the bureau away from us, and started walking towards to spot.

“So this is where she drowned her kids,” Dean noted. “That's why she could never go home,” Sam added nodding. “That was her greatest fear,” Carmen breathed out

“You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy,” Dean said giving him a slap on the chest where Constance attacked him. “Ah!” Sam laughed through the pain.

“You okay?” She asked with concern “I'll live,” He said with a laugh.

“Good, Jess needs you alive.” She said with a smile, “I like her,”

“Yeah...What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” Sam asked changing the subject. “Hey. Saved you ass,” Dean replied before looking at the car. “I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you,”

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They drove down the dark road, leaving the town. Sam had Dad's journal open to the page 'DEAN, Carmen, 35-111’ with a map open. “Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.”

“Sounds charming,” Dean remarked sarcastically.

“You were always good with maps,” She stated laying on her back in the backseat having one headphone in, “How far?”

“Um...About 600 miles,”

“We could make it by morning,” Dean said hopeful. “Dean, I, um…” Sam hesitated. “Law school?” They both said sadly, knowing that it was important to him.

“The interview's in like, 10 hours. I gotta be there,” He replied softly.

“Yeah. Yeah, whatever,” Dean mumbled but Carmen knew he was upset with the response. "I'll take you home,” She slowly turned towards on her side so her back faced the rest of the car trying to get some sleep.

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“Carmen,” He said softly. “Ugh…what time is it?” She groaned out slowly sitting up. “ I don't know, but I have to go,” He said softly knowing she wasn't very cheery when she first wakes up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” He replied getting out, “Call me if you find him?” He told his older brother nodded in response. “And maybe...I can meet up with you later, huh?”

“I think if you didn't Carmen might hunt you down,” Dean said with a smirk looking back at her, “I heard that!” She called getting out of the Impala giving Sam a big hug. “You know I love you Bigfoot?” She stated still hugging him. “I love you too Daria,” He replied as she slowly let him go,  “Now, go kick some law school ass,” She smiled holding back tears as he chuckled.

“You know, the three of us...we made a hell of a team back there,” Dean told him. “Yeah,” He agreed, she gave him one last smile before getting into the passage sit. Dean was in the driver seat and started the engine.

He sighed after turning out of the complex, “You okay?” He asked breaking the silence. She was staring down at her hands before her brows frown,“Hey Dean,”

“Yeah?"

“Your watch stop?” She asked as he glanced down at his. It had stopped. They both looked at each before he implemented turned the Impala around.

They arrived at Sam's apartment seeing it was up in flames. “Stay in the car!” Dean ordered getting out and running in. She didn't listen, getting out and going to the trunk for the first aid kit. After a few seconds she finally saw Dean dragging Sam out, “What happened?” She asked helping Dean with Sam. “Where the hell is Jess?” She asked looking back from where they come from.

“She's dead.”