Jenny and Dean waited in the car as Sam had gone back inside to pack, the two sitting in a comfortable silence, except for the soft noise of music playing on the radio.

Dean tapped his thumb against his thigh, humming quietly to the music as Jenny played Tetris on her phone, she herself humming to the tune of the theme.

After another few minutes of them waiting, slowly getting impatient, Sam suddenly appeared in the back seat, frowning at Jenny. "You get front seat with Dean?"

"Lighten up, shortcake." Jenny smiled, looking through the rear view mirror at Sam. "We can switch."

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Jenny let out a yawn as Dean pulled up to a gas station, turning on her phone.

November 1st
7:36 AM

"Do you think the candy is on sale now?" Jenny turned to Dean, who scoffed with a smile.

"You already ate half a bag yesterday. Enough candy." The two got out as Sam woke up with a jolt, following the two out.

"Enough with your pie then." Jenny pointed to Dean, who gave her a dramatic look.

"Pie is forever."

"So is candy." The girl leaned back into the impala through the window, snatching the wallet from the seat and followed Dean inside the gas station, Sam watching the two suspiciously.

"Can I get gas for pump 3?" Dean asked as he pulled out a credit card, handing it to the clerk, who nodded slowly as Jenny walked to the back of the aisles, grabbing drinks for the three of them.

After the two had gone back outside and Sam had filled the gas up, the younger Winchester turned to the two, sitting in the passenger seat and going through tapes. "How'd you pay for that?" He gestured to the bag of food and drinks in Jenny's hand. She looked down at the bag, turning back to face Sam.

"I sell feet pics to old guys on MySpace." She joked as Sam frowned in disappointment. "Anyways, here's breakfast."

"Not hungry. You guys still running credit card scams?" Jenny turned to Dean, who laughed.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean answered as he put the nozzle back on the pump, Jenny hopping into the back seat and popped open a cola.

"Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." Dean continued from outside of the car, and Jenny started tapping her feet to the music playing on the radio.

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked as Dean smirked.

"Bart Aframian." He answered as Jenny raised her hand with a smile.

"Becky Murdock." Sam turned to her again, raising a brow. "What? I can like DareDevil." She says back in her seat, drinking her soda as Dean entered the car.

"That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam looked down at the box of cassette tapes, pulling out a few.

"Why?" Dean asked, frowning in confusion.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two...." Sam looked down at the tapes, some with band art or hand written. "Black Sabbath? Motörhead? Metallica?" Dean snatched Metallica from Sam with a glare "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"House rules, Sammy." Dean pointed the cassette tape at Sam before popping it in the player. "Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cake hole." Jenny mouthed the words Dean spoke with a slightly annoyed look, drinking her cola.

"You know.. Sammy is a chubby twelve year old." Sam complained, Dean raising the volume.

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud."

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"Back in black.. I hit the sack.. hm hm hmm hm hm.." Jenny hummed as she continued playing Tetris again, slowly looking up as Dean came to a stop.

Ahead of them, police tape covered a bridge, two squad cars sat just a few feet away. "Check it out." Dean gestured, opening the glove compartment and grabbing a box full of fake ID's, handing one to Jenny, who then stepped out of the car with Dean and Sam.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." A deputy answered as Dean, Jenny and Sam walked up.

"You guys had one like this last month, right?" Dean asked as the two officers turned around.

"And who the hell are you guys?" The older deputy asked, frowning at them as Dean flashed his badge.

"Federal Marshall's." The younger deputy gave them a suspicious look.

"You three are awfully young for marshall's." He pointed out as Dean chuckled, Henny walking over to the car in the middle of the bridge as the officers watched her carefully.

"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked as the officers shook their heads

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory?" Sam turned to the officers, walking over to Jenny

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" The older officer shrugged as Sam took Jenny's elbow, leading her away from the car.

"Watch it." Jenny said in a low voice, shaking Sam off of her.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean smiled, hissing in pain as Sam stepped on his foot.

"Thank you for your time." Sam smiled before walking away, followed by Jenny and Dean, who smacked him on the head. "Ow! The hell was that for?"

"Oh, don't be an idiot." Jenny said as she walked up next to Sam, who frowned down at her. "They obviously don't know what is going on. But, we do. I say we dig up whatever we can on these disappearances, what happened before they started, yadda yadda... yadda." Jenny trailed off as the sheriff walked up to the three of them.

"Can I help you three with anything?" He asked, placing his hand in his hips.

"No, sir. We uh... Were just leaving." Dean gestured to the Impala, the three quickly leaving before the Sheriff could ask more questions.

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Jenny walked up to the bar of a diner, waving down one of the hostesses with a smile. "Two coffees, third one with... a lot of espresso and cream." The hostess nodded, turning around as Jenny looked over to see Sam and Dean sitting down with the missing boy's girlfriend and her friend.

The hostess then turned back around, handing Jenny three cups of coffee. "Oh, perfect. Thanks." The hostess nodded as Jenny snatched a plate, putting the mugs on it before walking back over to the table.

"Something's not right. So if you've heard anything—" Dean paused as Jenny sat down next to him, handing a mug to him, then Sam as Amy and Rachel shared a look.

"What is it?" Jenny raised a brow at the younger girls, who turned to her.

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel spoke, a slightly nervous expression on her face. The trio shared a curious look, looking back at Rachel as the three spoke in chorus.

"What do they talk about?"

Amy and Rachel frowned at how in sync they spoke, taking in a sharp breath.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Rachel answered as Jenny looked down at her coffee, frowning.

"Murdered?" She whispered, looking up at Dean and Sam.

"Yeah. People say she's still out there."

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"I found something." Jenny said as she looked at her computer, slowly scrolling through it.

"What's you find?" Sam asked, standing up as walking around the table to see Jenny's screen.

"Constance Welch. Apparently, her death was ruled a suicide, not a murder. Say here she jumped off of Sylvania Bridge, and drowned... In 1981." Jenny paused for a moment as she read the date, clearing her throat. "Sounds like suicide to me." Jenny shrugged as Dean hummed.

"Does it say why she did it?" He asked, sitting up slightly as Jenny nodded.

"Yeah. Hour before her death, she called 9-1-1 saying she left her kids alone in the bathtub for a minute. Both dead when she got back." Jenny looked up at Dean. "5 and 6." She pressed her lips together in a fine line as Dean raised his brows, and Sam sighed, straightening up.

"Look at this." Sam spun Jenny's computer around to face Dean.

"Does that bridge look familiar?" He frowned as Jenny shrugged.

"You must have memory loss since we were just there. I say we check it out... Again."

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Jenny leaned over the bridge, eyes wide as she looked down at the rushing water below her. "Hard fall." She called out as Dean leaned over, looking down as well.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked as he looked around, Dean and Jenny turning around to face him.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean answered as Jenny blew into her cold hands, rubbing them together before shoving them into her pockets.

"Like trying to find a needle in a pile of rusty needles if you ask me. Just gotta keep searching and hope you don't get pricked... Then get tetanus." Jenny gave the boys a toothy smile as they raised a brow at her.

"Guys, I told you. I gotta be back Monday—"

"Yeah for the interview." Dean waved his brother off as Jenny nodded.

"Don't sweat it, Samurai. You'll be back in time." Sam scoffed a laugh as he shook his head.

"I hate that nickname." He complained as Jenny walked over to him, nudging him playfully.

"Why do you think I keep using it?" She grinned, turning back to Dean. "So, maybe once we head back, we can find wherever Constance is buried and light 'er up, yeah? I'm thinking about s'mores this time." Dean rolled his eyes as Sam frowned.

"What?" He asked, confused as to what Jenny meant.

"Every now and then, Dad let Jenny roast something over the burning bones." Dean waved it off as another weird thing the girl always did, but he did like seeing her enjoy the very small things... Even if it was a little strange.

Sam let out a laugh. "You're joking right?" He turned to look at Jenny, who shook her head.

"Why do you think there's a bunch of marshmallows in the car?" Jenny spun around, freezing in her spot for a second. "Guys."

The two boys looked to where Jenny had paused, all of their eyes wide as they saw a woman dressed in a white nightgown standing on the ledge of the bridge.

The woman turned to the three before she fell forward, the trio running after and Jenny nearly falling over as she slammed into the edge to look down. The three frowned in confusion when the woman was no where in sight.

"Fast fall?" Jenny asked, looking between the two. "Where the hell did she go?"

Before either could answer, they all jumped in shock as the Impala started up, flashing the high beams at them.

"What the—"

"Whose driving your car?" Sam asked in a shaky breath as Dean suddenly pulled the keys out of his pocket.

"Cross off haunted car on my bucket list." Jenny laughed nervously before flinching as the car started driving right for them.

The three break into a sprint, Jenny hurling herself out of the way as Sam and Dean dove over the railing, and the Impala came to a halt.

Jenny sat up quickly, watching the car shut off before shooting up and running over to the railing. "Dean?! Sam!"

Jenny noticed Sam swinging as he clung onto the side of the bridge, climbing up. "Where's Dean" Jenny asked, looking back over before running off the bridge and down to the river.

"Dean?" Jenny yelled as Sam joined her. "Dean!"

Suddenly, a hand reached out from nowhere, and Dean climbed out of the water, drenched with mud. A quiet sigh of relief left Jenny, watching as Dean stood up slowly.

"You okay?" Sam asked as Dean slowly looked up at him with an annoyed expression, giving him a thumbs up.

"Super." Dean walked over to them, Jenny gagging quietly.

"You smell like a farm animal." She joked as Dean gave her a sarcastic laugh.

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After discovering that John had rented out a room at the motel they were staying in, and Dean was still covered in filth, the three decided to poke around John's motel room.

"Don't you think you should at least change first? Or take a damn shower?" Jenny asked as she watched Sam pick the lock on the motel room, Dean crunching his mud-covered shirt.

"Eh. Little mud never hurt anyone."

"It sure hurt Baby." Jenny commented, noting that when Dean had gotten out of the drivers seat, it was coated in mud and grass.

"I'll clean her." He muttered, Sam standing up as he heard the lock click, then opened the door.

"Holy fucking smokes." Jenny recoiled at the smell of rotting food, stepping into the motel room.

Dean walked over to the bed, flipping on the lamp to find a half eaten hamburger, picking it up and sniffing it, gagging.

The room was covered in news article clippings, pictures and notes. There was a hazardous materials basket laying on the ground, and salt lined the exits.

"Looks like he hasn't been here in a few days." Dean stated-the-obvious as Jenny nodded.

"Smells like it, too." Jenny commented. Sam knelt down by a line of salt, grabbing a jar of something.

"Salt... cats-eye shells... He was worried." Jenny frowned in confusion at Sam's words. She had never seen John worried before, never scared, either. "Trying to keep something from coming in."

"Woman in White." Jenny pointed to a note on the wall. "Daddy John figured it out."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as Sam walked over and turned on another lamp.

"Constance Welch is a woman in white. They kill their children, then commit suicide after finding out their husband was unfaithful. In Brazil, they're called Dama Branca, though they die of childbirth or.. more violent causes." Sam looked at Dean curiously, turning back to Jenny.

"You know about them?"

"Well, yeah. La Llorona is a Woman in White. One of my favorite folklore." Jenny smiled as Sam hummed.

"All right." Dean cleared his throat, gesturing to the wall behind Sam and Jenny. "So if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"Maybe. Unless she has another weakness." Sam said as he sat down at the table in the middle, opening the computer.

"Does it say where she is buried?" Dean asked, Jenny looking back at the wall of articles.

"Not from what I can see. Maybe we should ask the widow." Dean shimmied awkwardly in his clothes, Jenny frowning. "Maybe you should clean up first."

"Good idea. You guys find what you can on the Husband... I'm gonna take a hot shower."