Bitch! Jerk! Idjit!

Constance

Bella's POV;
After we finished our research we went back to the bridge. It was about nine at night when we parked the car. Dean decided to be an idiot, of course.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive" Dean jested, making sure to emphasize my last name.
"Real funny Winchester" I huffed.
"Aw come on it was funny and you know it" Dean whined.
I rolled my eyes.
"Come on guys, just look around will you?" Sam demanded.
I muttered a 'whatever'under my breath and walked over to the edge of the bridge.
We looked for about ten minutes but there was nothing.
"Do you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean shrugged.
Then a fire storm started about Sam and I wanting a 'normal apple pie life'.
"Does Jessica and Edward know the truth about you two? I mean, do they know about the things you've done?" Dean had given up on the hunt by this point. He was bound and determined to make us mad.
"No, and she's not ever going to know" Sam had said, repulsed.
"No, of course not!" I said in unison of what Sam had said
"Well that's healthy. You can pretend all you want guys. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
I then decided to just ignore Dean.
"And who's that?" Sam looked darkly at Dean.
Dean sighed and looked at Sam then me.
"You're one of us" Dean elaborated. Not just illustrating the fact that we were hunters, but also Winchester's.
Well technically I'm not, but I might as well be.
"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Sam replied.
I could tell we were losing him, I wonder if this was similar to the conversation he had with his Dad.
"You have a responsibility to-"
"To Dad?" Sam cut Dean off. "And this crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."
"Dean!" I screamed as he went for Sam, he shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. "Stop it!"
While they were having a stare down a dark figure appeared and I could make out that it was a woman and she was wearing a white dress. She was standing on top of the bridge, getting ready to jump.
"Uh, guys..." I started.
They turned in the direction that I was pointing and at the same time she disappeared over the edge.
"Where'd she go?" Dean ran over to where she fell and looked over the edge.
"Be careful!" I called out as I followed him.
Behind us the impala's engine started and the headlights almost blinded us.
"Who's driving the car?" Sam turned slowly to look at us.
Dean took the keys out of his pocket and the car surged forward.
"Go! GO!" Sam yelled as he raced over to us.
It was going faster than we were and we had just enough time to dive over the bridge. Then the night air became still and quiet.
I had the good sense to grab on to the bridge so I wouldn't fall in the chilly water below.
"Sam? Dean?" I called out but no one answered.
I climbed back onto the bridge, I skirted around the car with my hands up, showing it that I was a friend. "Sam? Dean? Where are you?" I called out again.
"What?" I heard Dean growl from the bank.
I tried not to laugh as I watched Sam and Dean, gross and ticked off, crawled out of the water and into the mud, both panting.
"Are you two alright?" I asked.
Sam grimaced and Dean held up the A-OK sign.
"We're super." He replied sarcastically.
After that we decided that Constance didn't want us digging around. We got back into town and got a room.

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The Clerk looked at the card that Dean had given him and curiously looked back up at him.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" The Clerk asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and brought out a room for the whole month." The clerk told us.
John had been here? We all looked at each other and tried to throw off the clerk. We went to our room and unloaded our stuff, then headed off to John's room.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least." Sam remarked as he inspected the room. Every wall had been covered with papers, maps, and photos and there were a bunch of books scattered around.
Sam and I both wanted to hurl as Dean picked up a half-eaten cheeseburger and smelled it.
There were also salt lines covering every window and door, and cats-eye shells scattered here and there. Whatever John was hunting, he was afraid of it.
I inspected the papers further and saw that Dad had the same newspaper clippings that Sam had researched pinned up.
Nothing was connecting, what did they have in common?
"John figured it out!" I informed the boys as I came across the article about Constance with the words "Woman in White" written on it.
So we went back to our room and discussed what to do next.
We decided we would question the husband tomorrow to see if we could find out where she was buried.