Sister Winchesters (Supernatural Files)

The Women in White, Part Two

Sister Winchester - The Woman In White (part two)

*ROCKY POV*

After that lovely experience, the boys, Bella and I headed back to the motel, a sleazy little thing that barely cost a dime. Sam walked in first, his duffle back slung over his shoulder, a camouflage backpack in his free hand.

Bella and I stayed in our room, one that separated from the boys room but there was still a door in between them. While Bella was in the shower in our room, Dean and I sat at the table, two beers opened and our Dad's journal open between us.

I was flipping through several pages when I saw it; the page. It read WOMEN IN WHITE.

"Dean." I said, slapping his arm.

He jumped and glared at me. "Jesus, woman, what?"

I shoved the book forward. "Look. I think is what dad was going after. It fits the events that have been happening."

Dean examined it, his brow furrowing as he read. "Okay, well we should interview the husband of that girl. Her name was Constance, right?"

I nodded and took the journal back. "Exactly. We can run by there tomorrow."

I heard a door open and Bella yelled from in the bathroom, "Run by where tomorrow?"

"The husband of our woman in white." Dean yelled back, standing up. He went into the other room and the door closed with a bang.

Bella pocked her still-wet head around the side of the door. "Woman in White?"

I nodded again and then Dean and Sam walked in again, Sam saying, "-but what if it's not a coincidence? What if this is where dad was and he knew we would come here?"

Bella walked out of the bathroom, toweling off her damp hair. "Am I missing something?"

Dean, Sam, and I al turn and look at her as she stands there in her towel drying her hair.

"Women in White, Dad left us a trail here to the women in white. He was here. The man said his room is here so we can go check it later." I said in a big breath as Bella nodded walking back into the bathroom.

"Did you breathe that at all in that sentence?" Dean asked like the smartass he is.

"Go to your room." I said pointing to the door.

"Okay mother." Said Dean walking out with Sam into their room.

It was late anyways and I needed sleep, same with Bella. As I finally sat down Bella walked out of the bathroom in her PJs and partly damp hair. She walked over to the table I'm at and grabbed dad's journal, peering down at the pages.

She squinted and read, "Murdered her own children?! God, what a bitch."

Dean chuckled. "And this is why you are my sister."

We all shared grins and then we really got to work.

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*BELLA POV*

The next day, Dean and I walked up the muddy drive way of Mr. Welch, Constance's husband. I glared down at the mud and then we were at the door.

Dean lifted his fist and beat on it, saying, "Mr. Welch? Open up."

The ratty door soon opened and a man in his fifties opened it, wearing a plaid shirt over a greasy looking white undershirt.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

"Hi." I said, flashing my biggest smile. "My name is Rosemarie Claire and this is my intern, Michael Jones. We are doing an article for the local paper and-"