"I JUST WANTED
TO HELP PEOPLE."
in which john winchester jr (aka jj) and his brothers must go in search of their missing father which is only the beginning for the winchester boys in the huge supernatural mess that is about to ensnare their lives.
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"No chick-flick moments." — dean winchester
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AFTER FINISHING UP AT THE LIBRARY, THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS HEADED STRAIGHT FOR SYLVANIA BRIDGE. It was where Constance had taken her own life and where Troy vanished without a trace apart from his blood soaked car. JJ always felt slightly like Sherlock Holmes when they went out looking for clues; all he needed was a deerstalker and a pipe and he was set. Not that JJ would smoke, as someone interested in medicine, he knew the extent of what it could do to the body. But still, he didn't have a deerstalker. Yet.
The trio left the Impala at one end of the bridge and then began their walk across the metal. Troy's car must've been towed away some point during the day as it was no longer there when they arrived. As they reached the cold, metal railing, the brothers came to a halt. They stared down at the choppy river below that had claimed Constance Welch's life. "So this was where Constance took the swan dive?"
"So you think Dad would've been here?" Sam pondered and then looked over to his two brothers.
JJ sighed, his gaze still fixed on the erratic movements of the waves beneath. It was almost hypnotic. "Well, if Dad was on this case then he would have found that article and come here." The middle Winchester theorised before finally tearing his gaze from the river. "Just like we did. But that doesn't tell us where he went next."
Withdrawing from the railing, Dean continued to walk across the bridge which just made JJ and Sam follow after him. It probably wasn't the best idea for them to be hanging around the place where Constance Welch — their suspected supernatural killer — died after someone vanished from there just a day or so prior. But when did Winchesters ever care about was a good idea. Their whole lives were consisted of mainly bad ideas, bloody bandages and alcohol.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging until we find him." Stated Dean. JJ came to a halt and gave his brother a knowing look, so Dean admitted with a sigh. "Might take a while."
