John Winchester lost the women he loved in a red and orange blaze.
Dean Winchester has died,went though hell,came back,and repeated.
Sam Winchester was in the cage which held the devil himself.
But Eleanor Winchester didn't need to die to go through...
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I'm standing next to Dean as he searches on the browser for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" he types into the search box. Clicks GO; the screen tells him there are 0 Result. Replaceing the word "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response.
Sam is sitting next to him, watching. I try to grab the keyboard to type,but Dean smacks my hand. "You, Jackass!" I said as Sam tries to do the same getting hit as well. De says he's got it handled in which Sam shoves his chair out of the way taking over the research. "Dude!" He hits Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak." I roll my eyes at his statement. "So are you, De."
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked I nod looking at the screen swatting Dean's hand away before he can flick my ear. "Yeah." He said snickering. "Well, maybe it's not murder."
Sam replaces 'Murder' with 'Suicide' and a single result appears an article entitled 'Suicide on Centennial'. Dean glances at Sam and I chuckle."Looks like Samantha beat ya at your own game." He glares, but laughs at Sam's face when I call him Samantha. It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes as he opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.
"A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night." Sam read and I take the next part.
"Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several minutes. She reported that their complex." I leaned forward to look at Mr.Welch statement. Taking in a deep breath feeling a weight on my chest I go on.
"'What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time.' ". At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager."'Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew,'" said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "'She just doted on those children.'"
I read aloud for them to hear. Something hurt when I read this losing both children and then his wife, but there must be a reason behind the men disappearing instead of children. Sam finished reading since I stopped. I already knew what it was because of the dream, vision, whatever I've been having. La llorona the name popped in my head as this sicking feeling twisted my stomach into knots. "I'll be in the car if you need me." I said patting their shoulders before leaving the library.
