Roads of Reckoning

Pilot: Part 2

By the time 6pm rolls around I am itching to get away. Something inside me is somewhat excited about this hunt. I pack my bag and lock up behind me. Walking back to my apartment I run over all the scenarios in my head, but I keep coming back to the boys.
Why me? They know so many other hunters...
I reach the door to my apartment and head inside. It's small. I didn't plan on being here long.

I head over to my cupboard, pull out my duffle bag and start packing making a mental checklist in my head to make sure I have everything. Finally I reach into the back of my closet and pull out a dusty shoebox. I pause before opening the lid.
I can back out now. I open the lid the box and inside are a multitude of fake badges, IDs for police forces and FBI. On top of this pile lays a Desert Eagle handgun. It's cold to the touch. I wince. I've had this for a long time. My dad gave it to me for my 10th birthday. How fucked up is that. I check the barrel. Full but I need to stock up. At exactly 7pm I hear the soft grumble of the Impala outside my door.
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I open the door. I've changed into my jeans, work boots and fleece lined leather jacket.
"Ready to go?" Says Dean. I nod my head and close the door behind me.
I throw my bag onto the backseat of the car and climb in behind it. Claiming my spot in the middle. Dean switches on the radio, Speaking in Tongues by Eagles of Death Metal starts playing and Dean sings along (horribly out of tune).

We arrive in Jericho just outside of Jericho and on the bridge ahead of us are several police officers and Dean pulls over. Opening the glove box he pulls out ID cards for himself and Sam.
"Let's go." There is chatter as we approach the scene, trying to act like we belong. Dean approaches one of the officers.
"You fells had another on like this just last month, didn't you?" The officer looks us up and down. "Who are you?" We all flash out badges.
"Federal Marshals." Says Dean. The officer looks us over again.
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" I tense as Dean laughs. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean approaches the car crime scene.
"You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean repeats himself. The officer nods. Sam now chimes in.
"So, this victim, you knew him?" The officer nods again. "Town like this," he says, "everyone knows everybody." It's my turn to pitch in.
"Any connection between the victims, besides them all being men?" The officer shakes his head, defeated, and walks off. We give the car a once over and head back to the Impala.
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We enter the Jericho town centre and see a young woman tacking up posters with the victim, Troy's, face. Dean pulls up.
"I'll bet you that's the girlfriend." He says. We climb out of the car and approach her.
"You must be Amy." I say. She nods. "Troy told us about you." Dean says. "I'm Deans and this is Sammy. We're his uncles and this is Demi, a family friend." She looks at us, confusion in our face. "He never mentioned you to me."
Dean shrugs. "We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Sam nods in agreement.
"So we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." He says.

We move the conversation to a diner. We sit opposite Amy and her friend Rachel.
"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 quizzes. Amy shakes her head. My eyes move from Sam to Amy's neck.
"I like your necklace." I say. Amy smiles slightly and holds the pendant, a pentagram in the middle.
"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents, with all that devil stuff." She laughs at this. I make eye contact with Sam. I can tell he's thinking the same as me.
"Actually it means the opposite." Sam says. "A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe that kind of thing." Amy just stares at us. Dean takes his hand off the back of Sam's seat.
"Here's the deal ladies. The way Troy disappeared, somethings not right. So if you've heard anything..." The two girls look at each other. I raise an eyebrow.
"It's kind of a local legend." Amy's friend pipes up. "This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well they disappear forever." The boys and I look at each other. Maybe there is something here?
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We have made ourselves at home in the library. We are huddled around a computer, sifting through records.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Says Sam. I nod. "Well maybe it's not a murder." Sam replaces the search word of 'murder' with 'suicide' and finds an article titled 'Suicide on Centennial.'
"This was 1981. Constance Welch. 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam reads.
"Does she say why she did it?" I ask. Sam nods.
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." I sigh and Dean raises his eyebrows.
"The bridge look familiar to you?"
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We make our way back to the bridge that night. We walk along and I stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." I scoff at Dean's comment. So insensitive.
There is a moment of silence and Sam speaks up.
"Do you think Dad would have been here?" I look up at him. There is hurt in his eyes. He may not show it but I know he's worried about his father. Dean replies.
"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." We continue walking. The night is cold and still. Unsettling. There is tension between the brothers.
"Okay so now what?" Sam says. He's getting pissed.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean replies. I drop back behind the two. This is not my fight.
"Dean. I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday~" Dean turns around.
"Monday right. You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl? Girl? I didn't know Sam had anyone...
Sam shrugs. "Why not?" I feel out of place.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Sam screws up his fists and steps towards the older Winchester, even though he towers, he still looks young.
"No. And she's not even going to know." Dean rolls his eyes.
"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." Dean turns and keeps walking. Sam follows, I'm not far behind. I forgot how much they fought, but this feels more personal.
"And who's that?"
"You're one of us." Dean gestures towards me. I stop and cross my arms. Don't drag me into this.
"No I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life!"
"Sam, you have a responsibility to~"
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for picture I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like." I wince. This has always been a sensitive topic. "And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she's isn't coming back."
Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him against the railing of the bridge. I look away from the scene.
"Guys." Constance is standing at the edge of the bridge. They turn and she looks at us and steps forward off the edge.
"Where'd she go?" Says Dean. Behind us the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on.
"Go! Go!" I yell. The car moves fast towards us and gets too close. We have no choice but to dive over the railing of the bridge.
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I catch myself on the edge of the bridge, my fingers burn from the weight of my body. Sam pulls himself up and over.
"Demi! Dean!" He looks down and sees me.
"Grab my hand!" He reaches down. Fear in his eyes but I know I can trust him. I let go and grab his arm. He's strong and pulls me up over the railing.
"Dean!" He yells again. I look over. Below us, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the ware and onto the mud. Sam sighs. I run my hands through my hair. Sam looks over to me.
"You ok?" I see a flash of concern in his eyes. I nod.
"Yea. I'm fine."