The Youngest Winchester

3: Woman In White

Lily's P.O.V
We headed to Dad's last known location, Jericho, Kansas. After hours of riding, and annoying each other, we finally arrived in Jericho. We quickly found the nearest hotel and unpacked...we didn't know how long we'd be here. Then again we never knew how long we'd be anywhere. While Sam and I were unpacking, Dean was messing around with some just released 911 call audio footage from a recent murder about 10 miles from here. Suddenly, he went over to his duffle and pulled out the EMF meter, "Listen to this, its a 911 call about 10 miles from here."
Sam and I listened closely to the audio of the call. Sam and I looked at each other than back to Dean. Sam said, "You know there's EMF on that."
Dean smirked, "Just like riding' a bike huh Sammy?"
Sam shook his head, and sighed. Dean said, "I ran it through a gold wave, took the static out and I got this,"
I can never go home...
Sam said, "I can never go home? Sounds like it could possibly be an angry spirit."
I smirked, "Nice goin' Sam."
Sam smirked at me and rolled his eyes. Dean put the EMF meter up and flopped on his bed.

The next morning
The next morning, we all woke up and started making our way to the town 10 miles from our location. Dean insisted we check it out after listening to the 911 call and the whole "I can never go home" thing. As I sat in the back looking at the trees passing by, I couldn't help but think about my dad. If he was ok, what he could possibly be doing. As I was staring out the window, I noticed my eyes started drooping and I started feeling drowsy. Next thing I know, I'm asleep. BAM! Just like that, I'm awoken by loud music, and my brothers singing. I jump at the sound of the loud music. My brothers notice and start laughing me. Sam said, "Have a nice nap Sleeping beauty?"
I said, "Jerks."
Dean and Sam said in unison, "Bitch."
I scoffed. Dean said, "So who is Leonardo?"
I squinted at him, "What are talking about?"
Sam said, "You kept sayin' his name in your sleep."
I said, "I did not!"
Dean nodded, "Yeah you did. What was it Sam? 'Oh Leo your so handsome and your movies are great.'"
I scoffed. Sam said, " Yeah, and 'Leo you want to kiss me? Sure you can.' Sounds like somebody has a crush."
I said, "Shut up. Fuck both of you."
Dean and Sam started laughing. Dean said, "I missed this."
I said, "I didn't. It was bad enough when it was just you. Now it's both you tormenting me again...what fun."
Sam and Dean laughed, Sam said, "Just like old times."
I rolled my eyes. A few minutes later, we pulled up to a bridge on Centennial Highway...it was crawling with cops. Dean pulled over and said,
"Sammy, get three badges out of the glove
Compartment over there."
Sam reached over and took out three FBI
badges, "Doug Fielding, Sally Pesterfield, hey
that's fits you, cause you're annoying."
Sam smiled, I scoffed, "Shut up."
Sam laughed, "And what's mine? Greg Fitch,
nice."
Dean smirked, took his badge from Sams
hand and walked over to the cops, Sam and I
following behind. We up to the nearest cop,
Dean said, "Agent Fielding, this is agent Fitch
and agent Pesterfield."
Cop shook our hands, "Sheriff Matthews."
Dean said, "So what happened here?"
Sheriff Matthews nodded, "Well, a car was
found bottom of the river down there, and a
body was found in the car. Not the first time that this has happened though I can tell you
that. This is actually the 6th time that this
happened, most people avoid this area all
together if they can help it."
I nodded, Sheriff Matthews looked at me,
"You sure you're an agent? You look awfully
young."
I said, " I'm here on an internship, they're my mentors."
Sheriff Matthews cocked his head to the side,
"Really? I didn't know that the FBI did that
stuff"
Sam said, "Ah yes, it's this new thing that they
started."
Matthews nodded, turned around, and
started talking to the other cops that had just
came back from pulling the car out the river.
Dean, Sam, and I went back to the Impala,
then made our way back into town to find a
place to stay. We might have just found a
case.

Later that night
We went to the public
library and did some research. Dean sat at a computer, and Sam and I sat next him
watching him search for possible deaths at or near the bridge. Sam said, "Let me have a look."
Dean said, "I've got it, calm down."
Sam pushed Dean back and rolled his chair in
front of the computer, I just laughed. Dean
said, "Dude!"
He punched Sam's arm then went around to
the other side of him, and watched Sam do
some of his own research. I smirked, "You
guys are such children."
Dean said, "This coming from someone who
can't sleep without a night light."
I said, "Shut up, look at we hunt, can
you blame me?"
Sam said, "Both of you shut up, I think I
found something. A suicide on Centennial
Highway Bridge, Constance Welch. After the
death of her kids, who drowned in a bathtub,
Constance jumped off of the bridge and
committed suicide. According to this, her
husband, Joseph Welch may very well still be
living, but he moved out of the house where
his children were murdered."
I said sarcastically, "At least that's bright side
of things."
Sam and Dean turned their heads and stared
at me, "What?"
Sam shook his head, and Dean sighed. We
printed off the newspaper article, and made
our way to Centennial Highway Bridge. When
we got there, we seemed to be completely
alone. We walked down the bridge a little
ways and Sam said, "Look, while we've got
time, I'm gonna talk to you guys about
something that's been bothering me. We've
been searching for dad for almost a week now
and we don't have anything to go on. We're getting nowhere!"
Dean said, "We'll find him!"
Sam said, "He's out there getting the thing
that killed mom and if you ask me, this is
stupid. Mom is gone and she's not coming
back. He needs to give It up."
Dean ran up to him, grabbed his shirt collar,
rammed him into a post and said, "Don't talk
about her or dad that way....Ever."
I said, "Dean! Let him go!"
Sam breathed heavily, and Dean sighed, then let him go. A few minutes later I turned
around and saw a woman dressed in an all
white gown standing at the edge of the bridge
staring at the water. I stared and yelled at her,
"No, don't jump! Please! Don't jump!"
She turned and looked at me, then with a
glint in her eye, jumped off. The boys and I
ran to where we saw her jump, but no body
was laying in the river. We all looked at each
other confusingly, then we heard the impala
start up, and the headlights turn on. Dean
pulled his keys out of his pocket and said,
"What the-"
The car then started speeding after us. I
hadn't ran that fast in a long while. We knew
we weren't going to be able to out run it and it
was at our heels. Sam went to the right side of
the bridge and I followed.
The car sped up even more, Dean followed us; then without hesitation, and without thinking
about it I jumped over the bridge after Sam,
and hung on for dear life. Next thing I know, Sam is holding on to the metal bar on the bridge, and I'm hanging onto his leg. He yelled,
"LILY!! ARE YOU OK??"
I yelled, "Yeah, I'm hanging onto your pants
leg."
Sam laughed, "I know, I can feel you idiot."
I laughed, and he pulled up, and climbed over
the railing, helping me over and to my feet. I
looked all around but I didn't see Dean. I
yelled, "DEAN!"
I heard a yell, "DOWN HERE!"
We ran to the railing, looked over, and saw
Dean laying, soaking wet, on the ground
covered in dirt. Sam yelled, "ARE YOU OK?"
Dean yelled back, "YEAH! SUPER!"
We laughed and watched Dean stand up and
walk back to the impala.