"SO WHERE DO WE GO from here?" Lola asks, voice booming in the silence of the car.

This is not the first time Dean is thrown in jail for their job. She'd usually bail him out, except that she came here by stealing a car. Might not be good to draw some attention to her. And Sam, well, only card he has right now, is a stolen one. Not a good idea either.

She tries to hide her unfounded worry behind her usual snark. There isn't much that Dean can get, right? Before he gets out, she means. If by eight PM he isn't out, she's putting in a fake 911 call. Thing is, Dean can be a royal pain in the ass. But he's still a white man... Surely it should cancel everything out.

Sam takes a left turn. "He'll get out," he says, then pauses. "Right?"

Lola can't help but snort. "Yeah, he can weasel his way out of anything, but that's not what I asked. We can't access the room now. So the only thing we have are Dean's texts to me, and your memory." She shrugs. "Not a lot to go on."

"You don't. I do." He parks in the driveway of an old house.

Well, it seems old, but Lola figures from the architecture that it's just because it hasn't been taken care of in a long time. "Where are we?"

"Joseph Welch's."

She hums in recognition. "Constance's husband. If John went to see anyone, that's him. Not bad," she adds as they get out of the car.

Sam looks back at her with a raised eyebrow. "'Not bad'? That's it?"

She turns to him, pushing her sleeves up. It's warm, for the start of November. "If you want, I can give you one of those chocolate medals I make Bobs when she's nice."

He makes a flat face. "Ha, ha."

She gives him a radiant smile, stretching her pretty olive-toned face, and knocks on the door.

Joseph Welch looks a mess. Understandably so, since he did lose his wife and kids, but Lola didn't expect it to be that bad. She musters up the smile that she lost, minutes ago. "Hello! Mister Welch, right?"

He blinks, almost blinded. "Yeah?"

Sam figures Dean kind of looked like that when he saw her earlier. She has that effect, he notices. Well, she's pretty. He supposes. He's never seen her as anything but his sister, so he doesn't particularly feel attracted to her, but she's easy on the eyes. She captures the gazes of strangers. Wonder how she caught Dean's. Not his though. Gosh. Ew.

To distract himself from his weird thoughts and deductions, Sam produces a picture of his father from his jacket, and holds it up to Mister Welch as they start walking away from the house. "Hi. My name is Sam, this is Lola. Have you seen this man?"

Joseph frowns, and takes the picture, wordlessly. Lola figures that he isn't much of a talker. Trauma does that to you. Two-worded sentences, not more. "Yeah, he was older, but that was him." Well, a bit more than two words, but you get the main idea. He hands the picture back to Sam. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

Lola hums. See, reporter, that's fun. Much better than cosplaying feds. "Yeah, he's our supervisor. We're writing a paper?"

He doesn't seem impressed, just the tiniest bit angry. "Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" He exhales sharply.

"About your wife Constance?" Sam ventures.

"He asked me where she was buried."

Just small chit-chat then, nothing too heavy obviously. "We have to double-check our sources," Lola goes on, expert at sweet-talking people. Sam's seen her convince more than enough guys to know that about her. "Where was she buried again?

"In a plot," he says, voice heavy, harsh. "Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." Weird name.

"And why did you move?" Lola sends Sam a look. Why do you think?

Mister Welch seems on the same wavelength. "I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Sensible.

Sam abruptly stops walking, the other two stopping with him. "Mister Welch, did you ever marry again?"

He seems offended by the very question. "No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known."

Lola frowns. See, it's not that she doesn't believe him, but a Woman in White has to be created because of a cheating husband. That's the whole thing. Constance should've been killing unfaithful partners, that's the link between all the guys. And the way he talks about her? The first thing he focuses on is her body. Not exactly what should come to mind when talking about your dead wife. So yeah, Lola doesn't believe him.

"So you had a happy marriage?" she asks, point blank. No need to fuss about.

Mister Welch hesitates. That's an answer in itself. "...Definitely."

Sam and Lola share a look. "Well, that should do it," he says. "Thanks for your time."

They turn towards the Impala, quickly walking away. Lola waits for her friend to get in, before she looks back at Mister Welch, frowning to herself. Just a confession. Just... something to get that awful feeling that something isn't right out of her system.

"Mister Welch, have you ever heard of a Woman in White?"

Sam immediately gets out of the car, and stares at her for a hot minute, silently asking if she's insane. She brushes him of.

"A what?" Mister Welch asks, confused for a moment.

"It's a silly ghost story," she says, which feels like blasphemy. "I guess it's just one of those things kids tell each other to make the other scared." He just stares at her. She takes it as her cue to go on, and starts walking to him. "Spirits. They've been spotted all over the planet, for hundreds of years. All women. All the same pattern." She stops in front of him. "Same story."

Mister Welch gulps, uneasy. "Girl, I don't care much for nonsense," he says, before walking away.

Lola follows, Sam now catching on, if not just to make sure she's not actually crazy and spilling the beans. "They all had unfaithful husbands, mister Welch." He stops. "All of them. It drove them nuts. Drove them insane to the point of murdering their own children." He turns around, abruptly, visibly offended. "And when they realize what happened, when they snap out of it... They kill themselves. So they become cursed and angry spirits, walking back road, waterways. They find a cheating man, and they kill him. The police fills a missing person case, and it's over."

He's fuming now, almost hyperventilating. The way he's outraged tells her more than enough about the situation. "You think... you think that has something to do with... Constance? You bitch!"

See, if Sam had stepped in, he might have got away with a light 'smartass'. The use of the word 'bitch' just drives her point straight home.

Speaking of Sam, he steps in, the insult clearly irking him. "You tell us."

Mister Welch takes in a few breaths, bright red, before speaking in a breathy voice. "I mean, maybe... maybe I made some mistakes." He didn't need to confirm it to them, but still. "But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children." He takes a threatening step forward. "Now you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!"

His face shakes of anger and grief. After a long moment of just staring them down, realizing that he won't get them to protest or say anything else, he turns away.

Sam sighs as they get back to the car. "You really had to get in his head?"

"We got our answers," Lola states calmly, getting in. "Now, who's making the fake 911 call?"

SAM AND LOLA ARE IN the car on the way to Breckenbridge when Dean calls her on her phone. She sees his name, and takes in a deep breath. He's gonna get his panties in a twist when he'll know that Sam and her are solving this case by themselves.

"Fake 911 phone call?" he immediately starts, and a knowing smile graces her lips. "Sunshine, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."

"First of all, you have no proof it was me. Second of all, you're welcome."

"Hey, Lola? You're a shit liar."

"Fuck you I'm an awesome liar."

Sam grins, already knowing who's on the phone. 'Dean?' he mouthes. Lola gives him a thumbs up.

Despite their time apart, he realizes that he hasn't lost that much intuition about what's going on in Lola and Dean's minds. Then again, hasn't it always been there? He's the longest running third wheel at this point. Yes, maybe they've moved on from where they were teens. Lola is with Terrence, after all. But that weird energy they had is still here. Like fate. He likes to think it's fate, whether it's romantic or not.

"Listen, we gotta talk about," Dean starts.

Lola's word debit doesn't leave him much time though. "Oh hell yeah we do. The husband? Piece of trash. Called me a bitch. Also, cheating ass. So it is a Woman in White, and she's buried behind her old house, that's where we're going right now. That's what John's next stop should have been."

"Sunshine, would you shut up for a second?"

"What stumps me though, is that your dad didn't salt and burn the body. Maybe he left town before he even got there?"

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you." She stops talking and lets him go on. "He's gone. He left Jericho."

She blinks. "What?" Sam shoots her a look. "John left." He frowns. "But why? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"His journal?"

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam tells her.

"He did this time." She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Okay, did the journal had anything written on it?"

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."

"Coordinates?" she almost spits out. "Really left you with coordinates?" The nerves of that man– "Okay, whatever. Where to?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"I don't understand," Sam says, looking at the road when talking, which is more than she can ask of Dean. "I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?" He sharply turns to her. "What the hell is going on?"

She's about to answer, any lie that would reassure the brother, but Sam slams the brake, and she drops the phone.

Constance is in the middle of the road. She's wearing the signature white dress, her dark hair hanging on either side of her face.

That's as much as Lola gets before the car goes right through her, and stops abruptly. The oxygen is yanked out of her body when the security belt catches her before she flies through the windshield.

She takes a deep breath, fighting to get air in as her ribs hurt. In, and out. No panic.

"What the fuck?" she winces out.

Sam keeps looking up. So, she does too.

In the rearview mirror, she can see her sitting in the backseat, slouched in on herself. Sam breathes hard, small clouds of condensation escaping his mouth. It's cold, so cold. Lola can faintly hear Dean call out hers and Sam's name from the dropped phone.

Constance looks at them. "Take me home."

Author's Note: everytime the boys mention something about their dad, lola wonders why she isn't the one who got him missing in the first place