Carry On My Wayward Sons...... and Daughter (Season One/ COMPLETED)

Pilot (FINAL PART)

"TAKE ME HOME!" Constance shouts. She opens the car door on Annie's side. Annie's belt unbuckles and she is thrown form the car. 

"ANNIE!" I shout. Constacne shuts the door. Annie is still on the ground outside of the car. Constance slams on the gas as I struggle to get out of the car. We arrive at the old Welch house. 

"I can never go home," Constance whispers.

"You're scared to go home," I say.

I look back and she's gone. I turn around and she is sitting in the pasenger seat. Then she appears on top of me. She pushes on my chest with enough force to recline the seat. 

"Hold me, I'm so cold," she says.

"You can't kill me! I'm not unfaithful! I've never been!"I shout.

"You will be, just hold me," she says as she begins to kiss me. She disappears and I look around. Then I scream in agony as I rip open my hoodie. She is burning her fingers into my chest. Suddenly a gunshot goes off, scaring Constance away. I sit up and take hold of the wheel.

"I'm taking you home," I snarl.

I drive into the old house right in front of the stairwell.

"SAM!" Dean shouts.

"Yeah I'm OK," I say as I get out of the car. Annie is standing next to Dean.

"You're OK!" I say.

"Super," she growls, sporting a bloody forehead. She stares beyond us.

We turn around to see Constance facing the stairwell. Two kids, a little boy and a little girl stand at the top of the stairs. They apperate at the bottom.

"Mommy. You've come home to us," They say. They grip Constance in a strange paranormal hug. She starts to scream as the three of the erupt into flames.

"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean says. I nod.

"So that's why she could never go home. Nice work Sammy," Annie says. Then stops.

"I'm sorry," she says.

"Don't be. Sis," I smile.

"Wish I could say the same for Dean," I say.

"Hey. I helped save your ass," He says.

"What the hell where you thinking shooting Casper in the face?" I say.

"I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you,"  he says. I laugh. The three of us climb inoto the car.

Annie's POV

We tear down the road. 

"The town is called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." says Sam. 

"Sounds charming. How far?" asks Dean.

"About six hundred miles," replies Sam.

"Hey if we shag ass we could make it by morning," Dean says. 

"Dean, um I" Sam says.

"You're not going..'' Dean says.

"Dean the interview is in like ten hours. I gotta be there," Sam says. He glances back at me.

"Dean. He wants this. I'll help you find Dad," I say. 

"But don't you have Standford work too?" he asks.

"Dean, my Major is Music Theory and Philosphy. I can call the college and they wouldn't be pissed if I dropped out," I say. He smiles slightly and turns back to driving. 

Sam's POV

We arrive at Standford in three hours.

"Call me if you find him?" Dean nods

"And maybe I can meet up with you guys later?" I ask.

"Yeah," Dean says and Annie smiles while jumping intto shotgun. 

"And Sam?" calls Dean.

"Yeah?"

"We made one hell of a team back there," he says.

"Yeah," I smile. The two drive off and I smile. I wlak into Jess's and I's dorm. Everything is dark and quiet.

"Jess?" I call. I walk into the bedroom and hear the shower. I grabbed a cookie off of the counter and finish the last of it as I lie on the bed.

Something warm and wet drops onto my forehead. A feel a few more drops and open my eyes.

And I gasp.

Jess is on the ceiling with her stomach sliced open.

"JESS!" I scream. She erupts into flames. 

"NO!"

The bedroom door falls to the ground. Dean and Annie burst in. 

"SAM! C'MON!" Annie shouts. They look up and see Jess. Dean picks me up and  they two of them start dragging me out of the door.

"JESS! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! JESS! JESS!" I shout as they drag me out of the dorm. 

~Time skip~

Annie and I sit on the hood of the Impala. Dean walks towards us through the crowd of firemen, policemen, and onlookers.

We walk to the trunk of the Impala adn I open it. I unload a shotgun and then close the barrel. I throw the gun into the trunk.

"We've got work to do."

I slam the trunk shut.