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(JJ POV)
We start to run. Fast. Hard. "Come on, JJ! Let's go! Go!" Sam yells, "What do you think I'm doing a**hole!" I scream, "Language!" Dean yells back. It goes faster and they hop over the side, sh*t I'm scared of heights. So I drop down and let the car roll above me. And now I'm stuck under a ghost car. All of a sudden I hear, "Dean!" I sigh knowing Sam is okay, "What?" Dean groans. I lightly put my head on the ground. They're okay.
"Hey, are you alright?" Sam asks Dean, "I'm super." Dean replies sarcastically. "Is JJ okay?" Sam asks and Dean replies, "I thought she was with you." I slide over and pop my head out to see Sam looking around worriedly and a mud covered Dean rounding the corner, "JJ?!" Sam gets off the ledge and I say, "Down here." They both look down at me confused, I smile sheepishly, "Scared of heights." Dean rolls his eyes and Sam laughs lightly.
I get out and we all sit on the front of the car, which I now know is called Baby. "Car alright?" Sam asks, "Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems alright now. That Constance chick, what a b - " I cover his mouth before he says it, he looks at me and I whisper, "Language." He takes off my hand and asks, "So you can cuss but I can't?" I roll my eyes, "I only cuss in dire need."
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam says, bringing us back to the subject, "So, where does the trail lead from here, genius?" I ask Dean sarcastically, he glares and throws his hands up, Sam sniffs and tells Dean, "You smell like a toilet." I nod and add, "Filled with diarrhea."
30 minutes later
"One room, please." Dean says throwing down a credit card, he looks at us strange before asking, "You guys having a reunion or something?" "What do you mean?" Sam asks. "That other guy Bert Aframian. He came in a bought out a room for the whole month."
5 minutes later
This is it. Sam just broke into his father's room. I'm a criminal. Is it bad I'm okay with that? I look around at all the pictures on the wall, one man did all this research? Awesome. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean says, Sam touches the salt on the floor, "Salt, cat's-eye shells. He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in." Sam says standing up.
I look at the pictures closely, "What do you got here?" Sam asks me, "Different victims. Apparently, my brother wasn't the first one. And he won't be the last if we don't stop this thing." I tell him, I frown and add, "I don't get it. Different men, different jobs - basically different everything and the only things that connect them are, well, that they're all men."
"Dad figured it out." Sam says from beside me, I walk over and read 'WOMEN IN WHITE'. "What do you mean?" Dean asks, "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a women in white." He comes up beside us, "You sly dogs." Dean says to the victims pictures, "Alright, so if we're dealing with a women in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean turns to us, "If that were the case, she wouldn't still be here. There's something else. Something that was overlooked." I say.
"No, dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asks, "No, not that I can tell." Sam replies, "If I were your dad, I'd go ask her husband." I add. "Alright, why don't you, uh, find an address? I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean says walking into the bathroom. "Hey Dean, about what I said earlier, about mom and dad... I'm sorry." Sam says, Dean raises his hand, "No chick - flick moments." He says, Sam chuckles and nods, "Alright... jerk." "B*tch." Dean replies hopping into the bathroom.
