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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We stood in a scrap yard at what Sam can only hope is where Mr.Welch is currently. An older gentleman came to the door opening it. "Hello. Are you Joseph Welch?" I asked he nodded and said yeah. "Do you mind if we have a few words?" He shook his head and stepped out from the small house.
Joseph walked along side Sam and I was next to my brother as we made our way down the junk-filled driveway. Sam handed him the photo with the four of us in it from earlier. "Have you seen him around here before?" He questioned as the man looked over the picture.
"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." He said handing the no longer framed photo back to Sam. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." Joseph said looking at us skeptically.
"That's right. We're working on a story together." Sam said trying to fit with Dad's story. "Yes, we work at the daily bugle. Were trying to get a story on this so called ghost tale just trying to show the facts." I said after Sam trying to prove his claims as true. "That might be why he asked odd questions about your wife, Constance?" I ask at the end.
He nodded as he thought about it. "He asked me where she was buried." Joseph said frowning his brows clearly uncomfortable with what he was asked days ago."And where is that again?" Sam rushed to say not reading the situation well. "Just so we can have a confirmed location since our associate didn't write it down." I save as I pull out a pad of paper and a pen giving a small shy smile.
He looked at me as if he was reading into each word trying to see the fault in my lies, but he found none. "In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." I wrote down a small note basically a reminder to check later. "And why did you move?" My brother asked. It was quite obvious why he moved it's a place of grief and despair he doesn't want to return...he can't go home. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." He said confirming my theory.
Sam stops walking which caused us both to stop as well. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asked. This made me want to smile a bit. Now he was asking the right questions. "No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." Joseph said as he held the ring moving it between his fingers like a nerve habit. "So you had a happy marriage?" Sam pushed and that got him to hesitate. Bingo. "Definitely."
We thank him for his time, but before we got back to the impala I turned around and looked at him. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" He turns around at my words. "A what?" He said confused.
" The story we were working on about a woman in white. Or sometimes known as the weeping woman?" I said stepping closer poking the bear. Joseph still didn't understand so I went on as Sam stood back and watched. "It's a ghost story that's been going around. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." My steps were cautious as I grew close. "Female spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women." I stop standing almost eye level with the man before me. "But all share the same story." I say before he speaks up.
