The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 1 Section 3

After flinging themselves off the bridge, Sam caught himself on the edge and hung on as well as helped Angel keep her grip. He pulls himself up onto the bridge before leaning over and pulling Angel up next.

Catching his breath, he looked her over, "You alright?"

"Yeah." She huffed, "Yeah I think I am- Dean." Her face paled as she didn't see her other little brother anywhere, "Dean!"

They both scrambled to their feet and looked below to see Dean, filthy and annoyed, crawl out of the water and into the mud.

He panted angrily, "What?"

Angel breathes a sigh of relief as does Sam, "Are you all right?"

Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign, "I'm super."

Sam and Angel laugh as they scoot away from the edge and go get him. Dean met them next to the impala, leaning on the hood after he checked everything.

Sam motions, "Your car all right?"

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick..." Dean growls, "What a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam agrees, "So where's the job go from here?"

Sam settles on the hood next to Angel who was in between him and Dean. Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Angel grimaced and then moved away from them.

"You smell like a toilet." She covered her nose, ignoring his glare, "Seriously, little brother, you reek."

Later on...

They made it down to a local motel so Dean could get cleaned up. He slammed the VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian on a handwritten guest ledger.

"One room, please."

The clerk picks up the card and studies it, "There some type of reunion happening or something?"

Sam and Angel look at each other before the latter moves forward, "What do you mean?"

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."

After a look from her brothers Angel came forward and gave the man a charming smile, "That's uh, our dad's room. We'll all just bunk with him, sweets."

After they got the key they walked over to the room and swung the door open, entering slowly with their weapons raised. After seeing the room is empty of any person they shuffle inside and close the door. As they looked around they noticed every vertical surface has 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.

Angel picked up a paper with familiar writing on it, "Well there's no doubt this is dad's room."

Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there.

He sniffs the burger and recoils, "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."

Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor then fingers it and looks up, "Salt, cats-eye shells... he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Angel nods, "Whatever he's hunting I'm guessing..."

Dean looks at the papers covering one wall and motions, "It's all the Centennial Highway victims." The victims seen on the wall include all the men who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, "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?"