Sam has caught himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He pulls himself up onto the bridge and looks around.

"Max? Dean? Max! Dean!" below, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud panting.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Hey! Are you all right? Where's Max?" Sam asks, Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign.

"I'm super" Sam laughs, relieved, then here's a voice

"Dean, Sam where are you!?" he looks to see his sister

"i'm here" Max walks over to Sam and helps Him over the railing then hugs him then she looks over the edge to see Dean walking up the side, back to the bridge once his back she hugs him as well not caring he is covered in mud.

*Time skip*

Dean shuts the hood of his car and leans on it.

"Your car all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now" Max says leaning against the side of the car.

"That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean mutters.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So, where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asks as he settles on the hood next to Dean who throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean and Max .

"You both smell like a toilet," Sam says, Max huffs crossing her arms

"Not my fault" she mutters while Dean looks down.

*Time skip*

"one room, please," Dean says he is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with sam and Max right behind him. the clerk picks up the card and looks at it. "you guys having a reunion or something?"

"what do you mean?" sam asks.

"i had another guy, burt aframian. he came and bought out a room for the whole month" dean looks to Max and sam.

*Time skip*

The motel door swings open. Sam hides the picks and stands up. Dean and Max stand playing lookout until Sam pulls them inside. Max closes the door behind them. They look around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Whoa" Sam mutters, Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor followed by Max. Dean sniffs the burger and recoils.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least," Dean says, Max runs her fingers over the salt on the floor and looks up.

"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in" Max says, Dean looks at the papers covering one wall.

"What have you got here?" Sam asks.

"Centennial Highway victims" Dean replies, Sam nods

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs—" Sam crosses the room to where Max stood "—ages, ethnicities There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" while Dean talks, Sam looks at the papers taped to the other walls that Max was looking at, Sam turns on another lamp.

"Dad figured it out" Max says, Dean turns to look.

"What do you mean?"

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white" Sam says, Dean looks at the photos of the victims.

"You sly dogs" Dean turns back to Max and Sam.

"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it," Dean says.

"She might have another weakness" Max says.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure" Dean walks over to them "he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband" Sam taps the picture of Joseph Welch.

"If he's still alive" Max replies, as Sam goes to look at something else. Dean looks at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.

"All right. Why don't you two, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up" Dean starts to walk away. Sam turns.

"Hey, Dean?" Dean stops and turns back.

"What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry" Dean holds up a hand.

"No chick-flick moments" Sam laughs and nods.

"All right. Jerk."

"Bitch"

"Bastards" max yells from the spare bathroom Sam laughs again.Dean disappears into the another bathroom.

Sam notices something, his smile disappearing, and crosses over for a closer look. A rosary hangs in front of a large mirror and stuck into the mirror frame is a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean who is in a baseball cap and Sam and Max sit on John's lap Sam takes the photo off the mirror and holds it, smiling sadly.

*Time skip*

Sam paces, holding his phone, and sits down on the bed. A voicemail message is playing.

"Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night—" Dean and Max who are clean again, come back into the room Dean grabs his jacket. He shrugs it on one shoulder as he crosses the room.

"Hey, guys. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?" Dean asks.

"No" Sam replies

"Pie for me please"Max said.

"Aframian's buying" Sam and Max shake their heads.

*Time skip*

Dean leaves the motel room. He gets the jacket the rest of the way on as he crosses the lot. He looks over and sees a police car, where the clerk is talking to two deputies. The clerk points at Dean, who turns away and pulls out his cell phone. Sam is sitting on the bed, still listening to the message, Max is sitting next to him.

"So, come home soon, ok? I love you" suddenly Max's phone beeps, she looks at it and answers it.

"Yes?" Max asks.

"Dude, five-oh, take off" Dean replies, she stands up making Sam look towards her.

"What about you?"

"Uh, they kinda spotted me. You and Sam, go find Dad" with that Dean hangs up the phone as the deputies approach. He turns and grins at them "problem, officers?"

"Where're your partners?"

"Partners? What, what partners?" the deputy glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. The other deputy heads over there,Max sees him approaching and darts away from the window.

"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"

"My boots" Dean replies with a grin, the deputy slams Dean over the hood of the cop car.

"You have the right to remain silent"

~~~~Max 🦊
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