The bridge was sort of ominous at night, especially when you know exactly what the darkness hides. I gazed at my watch and rubbed my cheek. We had a time limit here and Sam had to be back first thing Monday. The boys took to one side of the bridge while I took to the other, lit cigarette resting in my lips. I guess the nicotine helped with my height problems.

"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean noted with a whistle, grasping the side of the bridge. I stride over to them, snuffing out my cancer stick and leaned against his shoulder.

Sam looked over at us. "So you think Dad would have been here?"

Dean took a moment before answering. "Well, he was chasing the same story. And we're chasing him." He turned, beginning to walk down the rest of the bridge. Sam was right on his heels with me behind.

"So what now?" I hum. Dean turns to us.

"Now we keep digging until we find him. It might take a while." Dean's response made Sam stop in his tracks. I kept walking, knowing a big fight was about to go down. They started walking again and kept up with me. "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

Sam took a step on him, and I automatically stopped, making sure they didn't kill each other.

"Well, that's healthy." Dean murmured sarcastically. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are."

"And who's that?" Sam asked, his jaw stiff, clearly knowing his answer already.

"You're one of us," Dean said, pointing to himself and I. I rolled my eyes and propped my hands on my hips.

"Don't bring me into your lover's quarrel, Dean." I snap, pulling out another cigarette. "It took a lot of guts and a lot of dedication to get where he's at now. I'm proud that he got out of this kind of life, where anyday could be your last. You should be proud too. Hell, I wanted to go to college, but I'd rather do what I do best. And that's killing as many evil sum'bitches before they kill me."

Dean gave me an angry look as he turned towards me. "Don't give me that bullshit, you complained for days about him being gone! He left me. You too. We got stuck hunting and he got to have the nice apple pie life. Sam you have a responsibility-"

"To what? Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back," I took a long drag from my cigarette as Dean pushed him against the bridge, gazing at the beauty in white standing on the railing.

"Hey, dick heads. Look." I say, jutting my hand out, pointing behind them. They both whirled around, gazing at Constance. She gazed over at us, a sad look in her eyes. She stepped over the edge as the boys took a step towards her. We all ran towards the railing, looking over. I threw my cigarette over and gazed down. I gaze down with a hum, then out of nowhere, a bright light enveloped the area. I stepped away from the railing, shading my eyes as I stare down the road. "Who the hell's driving the Impala?" I heard the jingle of keys as the Impala jerked into motion, heading directly towards us. "Move!" I shout, backing up.

"Lottie! Come on!" I hear Sam shout just as its on me. I take a step forward, propelling myself over the car with a pained gasp. My back thuds against the concrete and the breath is knocked out of me. My ears are ringing while pain is spreading through me. A strong grip tugs at my jacket, helping me up. "Lottie! You alright?" Sam asked breathlessly. I groan and nod.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all mushy on me." I grunt, dusting off my butt. We both go to the edge of the bridge, looking over for Dean.

"Dean! Dean!" We both shout frantically, hoping that idiot didn't get himself killed. I spotted movement at the bank and slapped at Sam's arm. "There he is! You alright?" I call out, seeing his arm push up, a thumb jutting into the air. I let out a sigh of relief, looking over at Sam. "Well, let's go peel him out of the mud, yeah?" Sam chuckled and nodded, following after me.

~***~

"Is Baby okay?" I ask as I lean against the hood, feeling tightness in my entire body. I knew I'd have some serious bruising.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it seems alright now." He sighed, taking a place besides me. "That Constance, what a BITCH!"

I chuckled, wincing as my ass pressed against a hard point of the car. "She definitely did not want us digging around. Where's the job go from here?" Sam asked, taking his spot on the other side of me.

"A nice, hot bubble bath sounds orgasmic right now." I sigh, rubbing my neck. "I'd give anything for a relaxing evening in some hot soapy water." Leaning back on my hands, my head drops back, gazing at the starry sky.

"I'll join ya on that one." Dean said, as ragged and tired as I felt. But I was not willing to let him interupt my shower time with his horniess.

"You smell like a toilet." I drawl, hearing Sam laugh. "Let's get out of here, I hate wearing pants." I moan, stomping my feet like a two-year old.

"Yeah, Dean. Let's find a motel for some shut eye." Sam said, opening the door for me to leap in.

~***~

It was passed midnight when we reached the motel. I approached the counter and put down my card. "Two rooms, please." The clerk gazed at Dean behind me as I tapped my fingers impatiently.

"You guys having a reunion of something?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" My eyebrows furrow.

The clerk sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought a room for the whole month."

I look back at the boys. "Then one room will do. We didn't know Burt had gotten here so early." I state, smiling when he finally got me a key. I winked and followed after the boys.

I dug into the lock as Dean stood behind me with Sam, trying to unlock the door to John's room. The door swung open after a second and I stepped in carefully, avoiding the Salt Line. Sam lugged Dean in after a second of him lolly gagging. Maps and newspaper clippings covered the walls. Books scattered over the table and any surface available. It felt like home. I knelt down, letting my fingers coast over the salt line.

"Guys. He put down a salt line, even some cat eye shells. He was worried about something. My guess, whatever pulled him away from this hunt." I say softly, staring at a book on the table. I start to flip through it. "Dean, I would seriously reconsider eating that if I were you." I mutter, not even looking at him.

"I wasn't going to eat it." Dean snapped, taking a sniff of the burger I spotted when I entered the room. He recoiled, a snort leaving my throat. "He hasn't been here for a couple of days at least."

Sam rolled his eyes, making his way over to one of the covered walls in the room. The one he chose had various newspaper clippings on it. "He's got stuff on Centennial Highway victims here." Dean and I made our way over to stand on either side of him, looking through the articles.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean noted.

"They're all cheating bastards, thats what." I grin, slamming my pointer finger on an article pinned up. "We got ourselves a Woman in White." I snatched it down and held it up with a teasing smile. "And that's ten points for Bellway to figure it out before you two chuckleheads."

"You sly dog." Dean grinned, nudging my bruised body. I winced lightly, nudging him back with a smirk. "Alright, if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would've found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness," Sam noted.

"Well, Dad would want us to make sure. He'd dig her up," Dean replied. Sam nodded, gazing down the article "Does it say where she was buried?"

"Not that I can tell," Sam gave the article a once over. "But if I were Dad, I'd go ask her husband." He pointed to a photo that was at the bottom of the page, a picture of a man looking down. Constance's husband. "If he's still alive."

"Alright. Why don't you and Lottie see if you can find an address. I'm going to get cleaned up." Dean said, smiling like a jackass.

"As much as Sam and I would love to stop smelling rotting toilet water, I'm going to my own room for a much deserved shower." I retort, smirking at the filthy man. I strut forward, swinging around my key. "You got this, Sammy?" I look over my shoulder, smiling at the tall moose. He smiled back and nodded, waving me off.

"You jumped off a car, I think you deserve a night of relaxation." Sammy tossed me the Impala keys and I ventured out and grabbed my duffle bag.

"Jump- Hey!" I hear Dean slam the trunk closed. With a toothy grin, I book it.

~***~
Dean's POV

"Hey Dean?" Sam called as Lottie hightailed it out of sight. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

I held my hands up, "No chick-flic moments."

Sam laughed, nodding his head. "Alright, Jerk."

"Bitch."

I reached the bathroom door, turning to Sam after a second of staring at the doorknob. "Hey, uh. Sammy." I started, snapping my fingers lightly. "You and Lottie are... close."

Sam chuckled a bit. "Uh, brilliant observation, Dean. She's my best friend." Sam took one look at me and his smirk dropped. "Why?"

"I just... Wanna know if she.... You know... Has someone she... Uh." I trail off, scratching at the back of my head. "You know, never mind. I just uh. I guess I was curious."

"Dean, this is Lottie we're talking about, remember?" Sam snapped his fingers. "She's primarily been single her entire life, except for that one time in high school when she dated that jack ass. She's pretty much sworn off of dating. Or at least that's what she told me after she left him." I thought back to high school and chuckled a little bit. She caught him making out with that blonde cheerleader I had just made out with earlier that day.

"So there's no chance of her, you know... Hooking up with anyone?"

"Dean, she's. Sworn. Off. Dating." Sam enunciated, smirking when I give him my stank eye. As I open up the bathroom door, Sam chuckles again. "But she said she'd only date if the right guy asked her."

I whirl around, smiling. "Really? Like?" Sam kept quiet, smiling as he typed on his computer. I scoff with a smirk and leave for my shower.

The steam quickly enveloped the room and I sighed out, watching the mud and gunk flow down the drain, another smile lifting onto my lips. Lottie's face crossed through my mind. Those beautiful green eyes she had always seemed to shine when she was around Sam and I. I smiled again, memories running through my mind. Her laughter curled up my back as I started washing my hair, a chuckle bubbling up my chest. I let out a soft sigh, my stomach tightening as I hear her voice in my mind.

'You're such a freak, Dean-a-rooni.'

I finished my shower and stared in the mirror, a smile still on my face. "Yeah, but I'm your freak, sweet heart." I murmur, drying myself off and pulling on a t-shirt. I brushed passed Sam and went to Lottie's room, glad she gave me the spare key. I opened the door, immediately taken in by the ambient noise of the TV, and the gentle hum echoing out of the bathroom door. I took a step in, closing the door behind me. The humming stopped, a shiver running up my back. I quickly sat on her bed, looking over as the bathroom door swung open. In all that is holy, I really did not expect her to walk out in that tiny little towel the motel provides. Water dripped down her neck and disappeared into her towel, her pearly whites shinning with that grin.

~***~
Carlotta's POV

My body seemed to come alive as I stared at that goofy man I fell hard for. I braced my hands on my hips, my grin still present. "Can I help you, sweetheart?"

He chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "Uh, well, there's a few things I can list, but I think I might be slapped for asking." He replied, a nervous look in his eye.

A smirk wrapped onto my lips as I stepped forward, moving in on poor Dean. His Adam's apple bobbed lightly. "What's the matter, Dean?" I hum, pushing him onto the mattress and kneeling on his lap, running my fingers down his chest as he leaned up on his elbows, staring up at me with that dazed and excited expression. One that I loved to see. One that made me so excited. "Is it weird? Seeing me like this? Naked?" I whisper, pressing my chest against his and wrapping my arms around his neck, smiling when he shivered in my grip. His hands gripped at my hips, the towel shifting a bit. It fell open, but since I was pressed against his chest, he couldn't see the goods. "Can I kiss you here?" I hum, pressing a kiss against his jawline, trailing kisses upwards, blowing gently into his ear before taking his earlobe between my teeth, teasing him softly. "Dean?" I moan, pushing him onto his back. He grunted, his hands curling around my butt. "I need you...."

"Anything baby..." He hummed softly, gripping tighter.

"To leave!" I finish, swiping up my towel expertly and covering myself. I sashay back to the bathroom, looking over my shoulder and giving him a smirk before closing the door. I hear him start cursing under his breath and get up to leave. I get dressed and exit the bathroom, plopping down onto my bed and sigh. Bruises littered my body, the throbbing pain burning down my back as my muscles relax. "You're such a freak, Dean-a-rooni...." I hum, crossing my arms behind my head.

Being my in my own room was odd now. It had always been John, Dean, and I sleeping in one motel room, with Dean and I sleeping on the same bed while John got his own. It honestly felt weird to just have all this open space all by myself, considering Dean was a grabby bed hog. I had gotten used to his sleep groping. I let out a sigh, knowing this hotel would be going to waste. I couldn't sleep without Dean. I sat up and packed my duffel, sneaking into the boys room to see them both sleeping. I set my bag down and crawled into the bed with Dean, his body immediately lurching up to pin me down, his instincts on par as usual. "Lottie?" He whispered, gazing down at me as the moon illuminated my side of the bed. "I nearly choked you out, you freak." He sighed, laying down and pressing his face against my neck.

"Sorry...." My voice was hushed, worry that I might wake up Sammy. "I can't sleep without you anymore...." My cheeks feel like they're on fire.... I hate being such a wimp.

"Well, you should've said something. Jeez, come here." He huffed, wrapping his arms around me. I was afraid he'd feel my heart hammering from where his chest pressed against my back. He buried his head on the curve my shoulder, sighing out as he tightened his arms, his strong arms burying between my bosom. My eyes started to droop as a sense of safety washed over me. I fell into a deep sleep feeling Dean's deep breathing against my back.