Supernatural~ A Hunters Love Story

Chapter 4: Take Her Home

    After making sure the cops were gone, we went back to my room. "So they're probably putting Dean in a holding cell when they first get there. They'll need to process him first before they question him." I listed as I started gathering my things.
    "Yea, there's not much to do right now. We can head over to Joseph Welch's place first and then worry about Dean." Sam replied keeping an eye on the impala in the parking lot. I hummed in agreement and finished packing my things.
    "Alright, we'll take your car, we don't wan't to leave that for the Cops to impound." I said grabbing my bags and heading out the door.
    "Sounds good to me." Sam replied. We got in the Impala and drove to the address Andy sent me. I stayed in the car while Sam went to talk to the husband. He gave me his and Dean's phone number. I watched as Sam walked out talking to Mr. Welch. Sam came up and was about to open the door when he turned back to Joseph. Sam finally got back in the car.
    "So....how'd it go?" I asked. He turned to me.
    "He was defiantly unfaithful, and she's buried behind their old house." he told me.
    "Great let's go." Sam started the car and we headed off. I reached into the backseat of the Impala and grabbed my backpack. Reaching inside I pulled out a smaller bag that had several burner phones in it. I selected one and turned it on. Once it was booted up I quickly dialed 911 and brought the phone to my ear.
    "What are you doing?" Sam asked. I hushed him and gave I a wink.
    "911 what's your emergency?" the voice answered.
    "There was a gun shot!" I exclaimed managing to sound panicked. "I don't know what they're doing over there but there was a gunshot, maybe two I don't know, please help!" Sam watched me out of the corner of his eye looking both confused and amused.
    "Ma'am please tell me your name and your location." The dispatcher asked.
    "Y-yes of course. My name is Sylvia Write and I'm just off of Whiteford road. Please hurry." I responded quickly and hung up. Turning the phone around taking out the battery so they couldn't trace the call.
    "Not bad." Sam commented giving me a smile.
    "Thanks." I grinned back.
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    It was dark and we were driving down the road. Sam and I were heading to the old Welch house, I was looking through some of my notes on weeping women in my journal. When Sam got a phone call he glanced at the caller ID and put it on speaker. "Fake 911 phone call Sammy I don't know that's pretty illegal." Dean stated from the other line.
    "Actually that was Kate." Sam replied.
    "Your welcome." I replied loudly.
    "Listen we gotta talk." Dean said.
    "Tell me about it, so the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white, and she's buried behind her old house so that would have been dads next stop." Sam began listing off the things we'd discovered through the day.
    "Sam will you shut up for a second." Dean said sounding serious. I blinked at his tone realizing that something might be wrong.
    "Sam..." I muttered hoping he'd catch on.
    "I just can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam continued.
    "Well that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone, dad left Jericho." Dean explained. My eyes widened as Sam looked at me shocked.
    "What? How do you know?" he asked his older brother.
    "I've got his journal." Dean said after a brief pause.
    "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam said. I looked down at my own journal sitting in my lap. I could relate I always had my journal on me, Andy refer's to it as my beastiary, but that term just seems a bit too fancy.
    "Yea well he did this time." Dean sighed.
    "What's it say?" Sam asked.
    "Ah same old ex-marine crap, when he wants us to know where he's going." Dean explained.
    "Coordinates, where to?" Sam asked. I kept my eyes on the road as the brothers had their conversation, feeling slightly uncomfortable to be listening in on their private affairs.
    "Not sure yet." Dean replied.
    "I don't understand what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?" Sam wondered glancing over at me briefly. "Dean what the hell is going on?" I turned back to the road and saw someone in the road.
    "Sam!" I yelled. He dropped his phone and slammed on the brakes, we drove right through her. Sam was breathing heavily while I tried to slow my heart rate.
    "Take me home." We turned in our seats to see Constance Welch sitting in the back seat. "Take. Me. Home." she said more forcefully.
    "No.'' Sam replied keeping a hard face. The doors locked, I tried to opening the door but it wouldn't budge. The car started forward.
    "No stop!" I shouted at Constance. She ignored me, as the car continued moving, Sam and I continued to try and unlock the car doors. Eventually we pulled up to an abandoned house.
    "Don't do this." Sam told her, while I tried to unlock the doors again.
    "I can never go home." she said.
    "Your scared to go home." Sam realized. We turned to look at her to see she was gone. I climbed into the backseat and pulled open my bag looking for something I could use to pry open the doors. When Sam's chair suddenly reclined startling me. Constance was on top of him. I continued rummaging through my bag, that was partially pinned beneath the driver seat.
    "Hold me." she sighed to him, "I'm so cold."
    "You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!" Sam huffed out, sounding almost as if he were in pain.
    "You will be. Just hold me." I heard her whisper.
    "Get off of him!" I finally finding a small iron knife...that should work. Wielding the small blade I went to slash at her, but she caught my wrist. Her face morphed looking slightly more decayed.
    "Get out." Constance hissed at me. Suddenly something forced me backwards throwing me out of the now open car door. I rolled a few feet before stopping. I heard Sam scream in pain.
    "Sam!" I yelled getting up and heading to the car. I looked in the window and saw Constance's hand in Sam's chest. I yanked on the door handle trying to get in the car to help Sam.
    "Move!" I heard a gruff voice shout. I looked up and saw Dean pointing his gun at her, I ducked out of the way and he shot. He fired several rounds, shattering the windows on both the driver and passenger side of the car and she disappeared. She appeared again but Dean fired again. she vanished for the second time. Sam sat up turning on the ignition. Sam said something and drove forward crashing through one of the walls.
    "Sam!'' Dean yelled. We rushed towards the Impala. "Sam!" he yelled again. Dean handed me his gun as hee made his way to the passenger side of the car. Dean began to help Sam out of the car while I looked around. Constance showed up and picked up a picture. I moved away from them so I could get a clear shot at her. She looked up and threw the picture to the side, a dresser shot forward and pinned Sam and Dean to the Impala. I brought the gun up to aim, but I was sent flying across the room and crashed into the wall. I dropped to the floor completely robbed of oxygen. The lights started to flicker, I glanced up, trying to regain the breath that I had lost. Water could be heard running down the stairs. Constance was at the foot of the stairs looking up.
    "You've come home to us mommy." two young voices sang. Constance looked terrified as her children appeared behind her. They hugged her and she screamed out in pain and terror. I sat up and watched as she and her children got pulled into the floor. Dean and Sam pushed the dresser away and looked at the area Constance disappeared. Dean then made his way over to my side and pulled me up. Wrapping his arm around my waist.
    "You okay?" He asked
    "Peachy." I replied with a small smile.
    "So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean commented walking the two of us back over to Sam.
    "That's why she could never go home." Sam said. I nodded, moving away from Dean to stand on my own. "She was too scared to face them."
    "You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy." Dean said patting him on the chest, specifically the area Constance stabbed. Sam laughed in pain, while I reached forward and lightly rubbed his back.
    "Yea I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face you freak?" Sam asked.
    "Hey saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Dean threatened. Sam laughed.
    "You probably did more damage, by shooting through both windows." I commented.
    "What about you. You tried to attack her with a knife!" Dean shot back.
    "Yea...a knife made of iron" I replied. Sam laughed again as Dean glared at me.
    "So speaking of slightly damage car..."Dean began but trailed off. "I may or may not have had to break into and hot-wire your car to get here." It took a moment for that to process.
    "Wait...my car?" I asked. Dean nodded almost sheepishly. I sighed then shrugged a shoulder. "Oh well, it wsn't my car to begin with" I replied, at this statement both brothers gave me a confused look.
    "You stole a car?" Sam asked
    "The car isn't stolen, it's just...temporarily misappropriated." I corrected. "I borrowed it." Dean started laughing at this.
    "You're okay Harper, you're okay." Dean chuckled. I grinned back at the two and went to go collect the rest of my stuff I had left in the 'borrowed' car.