As Ready As I'll Ever Be

Pilot___Weeping Woman

Katelyn's POV

"Any luck?" Sam asks, walking over to me. We were in the library, trying to find any clues as to what may be happening in this town. We're looking up any town records of a murder on the bridge, getting the lead from Amy.

"Nope, nothing on a murder." I say, pointing at the computer. Dean was sat in front of the screen, not letting me touch anything. Computer hog! Sam walks over and looks at the screen. "Try typing in 'Centennial Murder'." Dean follows Sam's instructions, and nothing comes up.

"Let me have a go at it." I whine, trying and failing to push Dean away from the computers. He keeps his arm out to stop me, a smirk on his features. Luckily, Sam comes to my rescue. He pushes Dean away from the computer, Dean rolling away on his wheelie chair. "Dude!" I laugh at his hurt pout.

I pull up to the computer on my chair. "So angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right? What if it wasn't a murder? What if the legend was wrong?" I ask. I start to type my idea onto the computer. 'Centennial woman suicide'. One link pops up. My chest swells with pride, knowing that I figured it out, and not Dean. Dean wheels back over to me to look, his pout gone.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania bridge, drowns in the river." Sam reads. "Does it say why she did it?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, an hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back they aren't breathing. Both die." I read, scrolling through the article.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance couldn't bear it.' said husband, Joseph Welch."

"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asks.

"Looks like we found a lead." Sam says. I nod my head. "Yeah, but we'll have to check it out later tonight. Wait till no one's there." Dean says, standing from seat. We gather a bit more information and leave the library and camp out in the car.

Time Skip

A few hours after nightfall, we finally go to investigate the bridge. I climb out of the car and trail my hands on the railing. It's serene when no one's here. "So this is where Constane took the swan dive." Dean says, walking up to me.

"You think dad would have been here?" Sam asks, making the situation serious once more. "Well, we're chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." I say, walking away.

"Now what?"

"We keep digging 'till we find him." Dean says as he walks over to the impala.

"Dean, I told you, I have to be back by m-" Sam starts, but I interrupt him. "On Monday, yeah." I look down, not wanting to meet his guilty look. I forgot, he's just doing the one hunt and then he's leaving. But I can't talk, I'll be leaving after the hunt too. I have to look for that son of a bitch that killed my family.

"You're really serious about this aren't you?" Dean asks. "You think you're gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean, what are you doing?!

"No, and she's never going to know." Sam says, walking closer to Dean. I lean on the railing of the bridge, not wanting to get in the middle of the argument. "Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"Who is that?"

"One of us." Dean says, walking away.

"No, I'm not gonna be like you or Katelyn. This is not going to be my life." Sam says, growing angrier. He walks in front of Dean, effectivly cutting him off. I lean on the railing and sigh. "Well, you have a responsibility." Dean says.