Supernatural Feelings

Jailbreak

'Why?' I asked.

'Cops,' he replied and I jumped up and grabbed my bags and exited the room down the fire escape after Sam.

We snuck a short way down the road to where we had the Impala hidden and jumped in.

'So what now?' he asked as I got into the driver's side of the car and began to hotwire it.

'Well, I'll finish up with hotwiring Dean's beloved car and then we go and ask Joseph Welch about our friendly neighbourhood spook,' I replied as I finally got the engine to roar to life. I smiled at my work and sat up taking the wheel.

'Let's go then,' he replied.

We drove in silence that was somewhere between awkward and welcome until we reached a little rundown shack the sat surrounded by dusty mounds and piles of rubbish.

'Nice,' I said sarcastically, 'maybe we should get Constance to swing by and give the place a womanly touch before we get rid of her.'

We stepped onto the first wooden step that bowed under our feet and after a moment of hesitation Sam knocked on the door.

'Hi, are you Joseph Welch?' He asked as a man opened the door

'Yeah,' he replied with a smile, 'What can I do for the pair of you?'

'We're reporters working on a story about some occurrences in town,' I replied.

'Are you with that other man that came around a few days ago?' he asked, stepping outside the house and began to walk. Sam and I looked at each other and followed him. Sam pulled out a picture of me, him, Dean and Dad and handed it to the aging man.

'Was this him?'

'Yeah, he was older, but that was definitely him,' Joseph replied, handing Sam the picture back. I remembered when it was taken, the day Dad had taken us for a picnic while we were in Ohio. I remembered how Sam had slung his arm over my shoulder for the picture and thought how it would never be that way for us again; easy.

'So you working on that story all together are you?' he asked.

'Yeah, that's right,' I replied.

'Well I don't know what kind story you lot are writing, the questions he was asking me?' Joseph said with disbelief in his voice.

'They were about your wife, Constance, right?' Sam asked.

'Yeah, like where she was buried,' the old man replied, slightly disgusted that someone would ask him a question like that.

'And where was that again?' Sam asked, as inconspicuous as ever. The man raised his eyebrows at Sam and turned to me for confirmation. I nodded in agreement with Sam.

'I gotta go through this twice?'

'Just checking the facts match up. If you don't mind that is,' Sam said convincingly, he always had a talent for gaining peoples trust easily.

'She's buried in a plot over at 5 Mile Place over on Breconvich,' he replied not totally convinced.

'Why'd you move?' I asked softly as we continued to walk around piles of junk and old car parts.

'I wasn't going to live in the house where my children died,' he said sadly and I put my hand on his shoulder as we came to a stop.

'Did you ever marry again?' Sam asked we were slowly pushing this man; it was only a matter of time until he kicks us off the property.

'No way, not since she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever knew,' he replied with total honesty.

'Would you say you had a happy marriage?' Sam questioned.