OPHELIA!¹, spn sister + dean x fem!oc

1.1 || constance welch

chapter three. 
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1.1 || constance welch
Alternatively known as: Pilot.

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❛ That Constance chick — what a bitch! ❜
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"SO, UH, YOU HERE ALONE?" 

Sammy wanted to break the ice. The tension between his brother and Annie ( Anisha! ) had been so uncomfortable and thick that he could cut it with a knife. 

"Nah, Naya's with me." Annie walked up to the steps of the public library, her brown '67 Camaro parked alongside the Winchesters' Impala. "She's probably up there flirting with someone older than her."

"Isn't she too little for this?" Dean asked, walking behind Sammy and Annie ( hey, that rhymes! ) and alongside Ophelia. 

"She's almost 17. 'sides, it was Ma who sent her with me." Annie then looked at Ophelia. "And you're one to talk."

"Bobby was on a hunt!"

"How'd you know about this hunt anyway?" Sam asked. They were on the first floor, where, as predicted, the infamous Inaya ( but she's always preferred Naya! ) was leaning very close to a girl who sat on one of the many long tables, a fat book opened in front of her. "We were just following dad's crumbs."

"Dean called Ma. She got concerned." 

"Yeah, well, I was just asking her if she'd heard from Dad." Dean shrugged, taking a seat in front of the many computers. "I didn't expect her to send her daughters."

"You call a woman after 2 years and tell her that her dead best friend's husband has been M.I.A. for a little too long and expect her to stay calm?"

"I, uh, definitely didn't expect her to send her kids on my trail." the older boy started typing as many strings of words he could think of, that could be related to that Constance woman. Annie dragged herself over to her very busy and supposedly too young for this job, sister. 

And Ophelia? She wanted to know why girls were called chicks. 

Perched in front of one of the many computer screens, she typed, 'Why are girls called chicks?'

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam were side to side on two stools that unfortunately happened to have wheels on them, because they kept rolling the stools from one place to another, fighting to be in front of the computer's bright screen. 

When Dean kept popping in various keywords, none of which got any results, Sam got agitated and pushed him over, making the older brother let out, "You're such a control freak!"

Sam rolled his eyes and started talking to himself, "So angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" 

"Yeah. . ." 

"Well, maybe it's not murder."

The boy replaced the word ' murder ' in the search bar with 'suicide '. 

A single article named ' Suicide on Centennial ', dated April 25, 1981, popped up. It read: 

A local woman's death was ruled a suicide, the County Sherriff's department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leaped off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and consequently drowned to death.