The Winchesters Sister

Constance Part 2

By the time we got to the nearest motel, it was already early in the morning. We walked to the motel and the clerk was weirded out by the smell and looks of Dean. He put down the credit card, "One room, please."  The motel clerk looked at the card before grabbing it, "You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked. I frowned and shared a glance with Sam before looking back at the man, "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "I had another guy, Burt Aframian," The clerk replied. "He came and bought out a room for the whole month."  My eyes widened. Dad? Was he here? The three of us shared a glance before looking back at the clerk. "Um, can you tell us the number of the room?" I asked. "23," The clerk replied. "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."  Sam picked the lock while me and Dean were on lookout." Done," Sam said. Sam pushed the door open and we walked inside, looking around as we froze; Every vertical surface had papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous - materials symbol.   "Whoa," Sam breathed out before we walked around. Dean turned on a light by the bed and picked up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. He sniffed the burger and recoiled. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least," He informed.  Sam looked down to see a line of salt at the doorway and kneleed down. "Salt, cats -eye shells . . . he was worried," He said, running his fingers over the salt. "Trying to keep something from coming in."  He got up as Dean looked at the papers covering one wall. "What have you got here?" Sam asked. "Centennial Highway victims," Dean replied. "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?"    While Sam and Dean were trying to figure it out, I walked over to the other side of the room. I flicked on the lamp and saw bunch of articles and article on Constance's suicide, with a handwritten note pinned above it: Woman In White.  I scoffed. "Dad figured it out," Dean walked over to me and looked at the note. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it," Dean said.  "She might have another weakness," Sam said. "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?"  "No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive," Sam said. Dean nodded, "All right. 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. 

Dean walked out of the bathroom. "You guys hungry?" "I could use some food." Sam said looking at me. I nodded." Yea me too." "Alright Ill go get food and you two keep digging." Dean walked out.

After a few seconds, Sam's phone started to ring. "What, Dean?" Sam asked, annoyed. I smirked, shaking my head. I couldn't hear what Dean was saying on the phone, but Sam had my full attention when he stood up form the bed. "What about you?"  Then, he closed his phone and looked out the window. He turned around to me, "Jay we gotta go," He said, pulling me to my feet and we rushed out of the room from the back. 

After hearing Dean was caught and the cops took him, Sam and I decided to go to talk to Joseph Welch.

Eventually we found where he was living and arrived to his place. "Coming?" Sam asked. "No I think I'll stay here." I kept my gaze on the dash of the Impala. Sam climbed out of the car and knocked on the door. A man appeared and I could slightly hear what they were saying.

"Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked. Joseph nodded, "Yeah," He conformed. "Do you mind if I uh, ask you a few questions," He asked. I could see Joseph who frowned.  After that I saw Sam and the man walk to the driveway.

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time," I hear Sam say, then walked back to the car. "What'd he say?" I asked. "Nothing we don't know already, except that she's buried behind their old house." He replied then started the car.