Once Piper and Sam had pulled themselves up to the bridge again, Piper started looking around for Dean, before looking down at the water in horror figuring that he must have fallen. "Dean!" She shouted. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw his mud covered body lying on the shore, alive. Dean was the only constant thing in her life. When Sam left their dad had gotten even more strict and distant than usual, so naturally, she had clung to Dean. He had become the only person she could talk to when she was upset (besides Bobby), the person she could look to when she needed to talk or just a laugh. And when things like him jumping off a bridge happened, it scared her, because all it would take is one little mistake and he would be gone. The only other people she could really count on was Sam and Bobby, and who knows how Sam would react if Dean were to die. She shook her head. She had to focus on the task at hand. "Are you alright?" She shouted. He gave the 'Okay' symbol, "Super." Sam laughed and looked at his sister, who returned his smile.

Dean checked out the car, making sure that Constance wasn't controlling it anymore. "Is it okay?" Asked Sam. Dean nodded, "Yeah whatever she did to it is gone now. That Constance chick, what a BITCH!" "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So what do we do now, genius?" Dean sighed and leaned against the car hood, frustrated. Piper turned to him, " You smell like a toilet." She giggled which made a small smile fall on both of the brothers' faces. It was amazing how childish and optimistic she could be in moments like this. How she could just ignore the danger she had just faced and just laugh, they will never know.

They decided they would need a new room so Dean could shower, they could all rest, and they could figure out a game plan. They spotted a motel a went to check in, "One room." Says Dean throwing his credit card onto the front desk carelessly. The elder man looked at the card, before looking up at Dean, "You guys havin' a reunion or something?" The fact that he didn't seem phased at the sight of Dean's appearance made Piper wonder how many of his other customers had jumped off of a bridge to escape a ghost, but she remained quiet, falling into the role of a shy teen girl trying to make the most of a terrible family road trip. Dean looked at him curiously, "What do you mean?" "Another guy, Burt Aframian, came in and rented a room for the whole month." Dean turned to his brother with a look of disbelief and a touch of annoyance. They told him that 'Burt' was indeed related to them and asked for his room number.

Sam picked the lock to the door to their dad's room, opened it quietly and slipped inside. Piper quickly followed him pulling Dean, who was still standing cluelessly outside, along with her. The room was very messy and was covered with newspaper clippings, photos, and salt. It was a good thing no one else had tried to come in the room, because it would have won John a free trip to the mental hospital and a complementary straight jacket.

They immediately started searching the room for anything useful. Sam went to check out some of the protection charms and the salt lines that John had scattered around the room, Piper looked at the papers pinned to the walls hoping that he had hung them up because they were important and not because he was running out of other places to put them or something, while Dean.... sniffed a half eaten cheeseburger that was sitting on the nightstand. Piper hoped to God that he was sniffing it to see if it had been eaten recently and not because he was hungry. "I don't think he's been here for at least a week." Sam picked up some of the salt and let it fall through his fingers, "Salt? Cat's eye shells? He was worried. He was trying to keep something from coming in." Piper waved her brothers over, "Dad figured it out." They rushed over, "What do you mean?" She pointed at the clippings, "All of the victims had either a wife or a girlfriend. Some even had both." They both raised an eyebrow at that.

Dean coughed and looked at the articles and pictures his dad had pinned up, trying to work out how she managed to make sense of it so quickly, "Anything else?" Piper nodded, "He's pretty sure that she's a woman in white and all of these men cheated on their spouses." Dean smiled and ruffled her hair, "Good job, squirt." She blushed, " Dad figured it out, I just read his notes." Dean shook his head, " It would've taken us five, ten minutes to figure it out from just reading the notes on his wall." Dean glanced at the photos, "You sly dogs." Piper shook her head, "No. They're not dogs, they're pigs. Greasy, filthy, disgusting pigs." She knew that if Constance's husband hadn't cheated on her Constance wouldn't have turned into a woman in white.
Dean whistled, "You really hate guys who cheat, don't you?" Piper rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "What would you do if someone broke MY heart?" Suddenly, all traces of laughter in Dean's face were replaced by a fierce glare, "I'd hunt that son of a bitch down and give him what he deserves." Sam was taken back, he had forgotten how protective Dean could be. Piper's eyes softened when she realized how much that comment had affected him and rubbed Dean's shoulder and, surprisingly, Dean calmed down.

Sam realized that this was routine for Piper. Whenever Dean got too worked up this was how she got him to relax. Piper looked him strangely and Sam realized that he had become tense and slightly uncomfortable at the possibility of his little sister getting involved with boys without him their to help scare them off. He was so torn, he wanted to be with Piper and help her through life, but his dream life was just around the corner and he and Piper could at least keep in touch. Maybe he could convince their dad and Dean to let her stay over the holidays. Dean's thought had been a little more extreme than where Sam's mind had gone. When Piper had said that, an image of Piper as a woman in white entered his mind. He knew that her chances of becoming one were slim considering the fact that she already knew the risks, but he still worried. He shook his head and changed the subject.

"Alright. So, if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Sam didn't seem to agree, he almost never agreed with anything their father said. Dean was always the obedient one, while Sam remained rebellious and Piper tried to stay neutral, she hated it when her family fights. "Maybe she has another weakness." Dean shook his head, " Dad would've wanted to be sure, he'd dig around. Does it say where she's buried?" Sam shook his head, "No, not that I could tell. If I were dad though, I'd want to check out the husband. Maybe he's still alive." Dean thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Okay, you two find the address, while I get cleaned up." Sam stopped him and tried to apologize about what he had said about their parents but Dean just waved it off, "No chick flick moments." Sam smiled a bit at his brother's antics as Piper rolled her eyes, "Alright, Jerk." "Bitch" Piper sighed, "Men."

As Dean walked away, Sam picked up a picture of him, Dean, and their dad. Piper must not have been with them yet. Piper peeked over Sam's shoulder and smiled, "It's nice to know that dad keeps stuff like this." Sam nodded and looked around until he found picture of a seven year-old Piper holding a gun with her hair up in a pony tail, smiling. He gave it to her and she smiled fondly at the memory, "This is a picture of when I got my first real gun, not with salt bullets, and hit the bullseye on my second try. Dad was so proud he got us all ice cream and took me to the bookstore to buy a new book, 'Alice in Wonderland'. I was so happy. I can't believe he kept this." Sam smiled, happy that he'd managed to cheer her up a bit. Piper slipped the picture of her in her pocket figuring that their dad would want it back, and if he didn't she would treasure it herself. Sam slipped his picture in his pocket.

As Sam was listening to a voicemail from Jessica, Dean came out of the bathroom clean and fully dressed. Piper Lounged on the bed listening to ac/dc on her iPod, trying to give Sam some space while he worried about his girlfriend. "Hey guys, I'm starving. I'm going to grab something to eat at the diner, you want anything?" Piper stood, "I'll come with you. I'm hungry and I hate being cooped up in here." She thought Sam could use the time to think and maybe call Jessica back and she didn't want to be a bother. Sam shook his head. Dean grinned at him, "Aframian is buying." He teased. Again, Sam shook his head. Dean headed out the door, with Piper following behind him. Once they'd made it out the door both of them could sense that something wasn't right. Dean spotted the officers they had seen earlier at the crime scene and he did not look happy. The man the officers were talking to pointed toward Dean and his eyes widened as the officers head their way.

There was no way Piper and Dean could run without getting chased by a police car, but Sam still had a chance of making it out unnoticed. Dean took his phone out and quickly warned his brother before turning to greet the officers. "Problem, officers?" The first officer looked smug, "Where's you're partner?" Dean tried his best to look confused, but it looked more nervous, "Partner? What Partner?" The officer motioned for HIS partner to search the room. He looked at Dean in the eye, " Fake U.S. Marshall, fake credit cards, do you have anything thats real?" Dean grinned cheekily, "My boobs." Piper held back a laugh, nudged Dean gently and said in a small, shy voice, "Dean, that's not very nice. You shouldn't treat the police like that." The officer looked at Piper before looking at Dean, "Is she apart of this? Did you brainwash or force her to do these crimes with you or is she forced to tag along because she's related to you or something? Cause I seriously doubt that a sweet, polite young lady such as her, could be in league with a smart ass such as yourself." He said automatically assuming that Piper was a 'victim' of some sort.

Dean growled, "You leave her out of this." Apparently that meant 'no' in the officer's book, because he handcuffed Dean and asked, in a gentle voice, if she would sit up front with him. She glanced at Dean, who signaled for her to go along with it, so being the actress she was, she fell into the roll of the sweet, innocent, shy teenage girl who was forced into a life of crime, but she made sure not to say anything that would imply that she and her brothers had actually done any crime.

Dean and Piper sat in an interrogation room. Dean was already annoyed since they had tried to seperate him from his sister not two minutes ago, but he had somehow managed to get them to keep his sister with him. Piper kept her head down, since she was still playing the roll of the innocent. The officer plopped a box down in front of the two, "Why don't you two tell us your real names?" Dean seemed to be enjoying this encounter, but Piper was pretty sure that he was just trying to draw attention away from her, "I told you," said Dean, "we're Ted and Rebecca Nugent." The officer didn't seem pleased from that answer, "I'm not sure you realize how much trouble you're in here." Dean smirked, not phased, "You talkin' misdemeanor kinda trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?"

Once again, the officer wasn't amused, "You've got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall along with a bunch of satanic mumbo jumbo. You are officially a suspect. And you are suspected for mistreatment of a minor." The playfulness in Dean's eye darkened at that last part, but he kept his cocky attitude, "Oh that makes since because the first person went missing in '82, when I was about three and I wouldn't hurt a hair on her head, she's family." The officer remained stubborn. They were obviously sure that they already knew exactly what happened, but they also seemed pleased that they had gotten Dean to officially announce that they were, in fact, blood related, "We know you've got partners and one of them is an older guy, we suspect he started the whole thing and we count encouraging and/or forcing a minor to do illegal activity such as identity theft, lying to a police officer, and possibly murder as mistreatment and she's rather thin. We suspect that she may have been starved or something."

Dean looked at him like he was an idiot. Starved? Piper ate almost as much as Dean did. She just had a high metabolism and went through a lot of training and exercise. But before Dean could tell them this, Piper's stomach choose that exact moment to let out a loud growl. She wasn't lying when she had said she was hungry earlier. The officer looked at her sympathetically and ordered someone to get her a snack from the vending machine. The officer looked at Dean, disgusted, even more convinced that Piper was a victim, not a criminal. Dean crossed his arms and glared at the floor, but he knew better than to try and argue. "So tell me, Dean, is this his?" That statement got their attention, rather quickly. How did he know Dean's name? The officer slid a journal in front of them. Their dad's journal. The journal that their dad brought everywhere and wouldn't let any one touch.

The man moved over to flip through the pages, " I thought that might be you're name. I leafed through this and from what little i could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy, but I found this too." He showed Dean a page that said 'Dean' with a couple numbers in it, "Now, you're staying right here until you tell me exactly what that means and who this girl is and why she's with you." Thirty minutes later, Piper was devouring a Twix bar and Dean still hadn't told the truth or said anything useful, "I don't know how many times I got to tell you, it's my high school locker combo and she is my distant cousin from Iowa." Piper rolled her eyes at the lame excuse, knowing that the police wasn't going to buy it. At least he hadn't told them she was from Sweden like last time. The officer sighed, "We gotta do this all night long?" Another officer poked his head in the door, "We just got a 911. Shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The officer turned back toward Dean, "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" Dean shook his head, "No." The officer repeated the question to Piper who shook her head silently. He hand cuffed Dean to the table and told Piper to stay put. The officer left and Dean eyed the Paperclip hanging off the journal.

In no more than five minutes Piper had picked the lock on the handcuffs and the door and they were hanging out in a phone booth talking to Sam on the phone, "Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? That's pretty illegal." Piper smiled happy to be away from the police station. She hated playing the victim in situations like this because it meant that Dean would be accused of doing stuff that he didn't do and hearing him being accused of not taking care of her right hit her hard because Dean was the person that provided for her. He was so good to her and she knew how much he hated people telling him how to raise her even if he didn't show it. "Listen we've got a talk." Sam ignored him, " Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. It is a woman in white and she was buried behind her old house so that should've been dad's next stop." Dean was irritated. He had to tell Sam about the journal and he wasn't listening and, on top of that, he was just accused of not only murder, but also mistreating his little sister. Which made him really mad. "Shut up and listen for a second." But Sam wasn't finished, " I just don't understand why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." " Well that's what I've been trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

That caught Sam's attention, "What? How do you know?" Dean looked at the book in his hand, "I've got his journal." Sam's confusion quickly turned in to worry, "He doesn't go any where without that thing." "Yeah, well he did this time. What's it say?" Piper, tired of being excluded snatched the phone from Dean's hand and answered the question for him, "Just some coordinates." Sam nodded as Dean looked down at her for an explanation. She sighed, "Seriously, Dean? Did you pay ANY attention in school? Coordinates are numbers that can be used to pinpoint a location." Dean nodded in understanding. Sam continued, "Where to?" Dean yanked the phone out of Piper's grasp, "We're not sure yet." Sam shook his head, "Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Suddenly Sam spotted a woman standing in the middle of the road. Immediately, Sam slammed his foot on the breaks, but it was no use. The car didn't it the woman though, hit went straight through her.

Dean started shouting over the phone, "Sam! Sam!" But Sam had to hang up the phone so he could control the car. His car stopped and he took a moment to breathe until he heard the erie voice of a woman come from the back seat, "Take me home." There sat Constance Welsh, her pale face, messy hair, and white blood stained dress now much clearer up close, even though it was very dark. Sam didn't move, so Constance repeated the question but with a more threatening tone, "Take. Me. Home." Sam knew that if he took her to where she wanted to go, he would probably die, so he decided to take a risk. In a defiant, yet very calm voice, he said, "No." A look of rage crossed on to her face and all of the doors locked. Sam tried unlock them, but to no avail. Seeing no other option, he drove. Constance seemed to calm down or at least the rage had left her eyes. She still had that glazed over, confused, and slightly insane look in her eyes that all ghost had when they had suffered the way she had when they were alive. Sam inwardly shivered and tried his best to focus on the road until they arrived.

Finally, they stopped in front of the abandoned house and the headlights of the car shut off. "Don't do this." Constance's expression turned sad, almost hopeless, "I can never go home." Sam took a moment to analyze the statement. "You're scared to go home." It sound like he was talking more to himself, than to her. Suddenly she was in the seat beside him. Constance threw herself onto Sam's body, "Hold me. I'm so cold." Sam fought against her, there was no way he was cheating on Jessica with a ghost. " You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful." She pulled his face closer to hers, "You will be." She tried to force a kiss onto his lips, but he continued to struggle. He reached for the car keys causing her to scowl and disappear. He started to sit up but he was forced onto his back again. Suddenly, unbearable pain exploded in his chest and he cried out in agony. She appeared again, but her face was no longer beautiful, it was the face of a beast with sharp teeth and a permanent scowl. It tore into his flesh with her sharp claw-like nails. Sam was sure he was done for but all of the sudden, gunshots sounded and Constance disappeared. Sam looked up.

There stood Dean and Piper, guns still aimed at the spot where Constance had once stood. Sam sat up quickly and gripped the wheel, determined, "I'm taking her home." He drove the car into the house. Dean watched him, confused, as Piper grinned proudly, knowing Sam had figured out Constance's weakness. They both ran after the car, worried that Sam had been hurt. They entered the house and ran over to Sm and helped him out of the car, while Constance picked up a portrait of her with her kids. There was a look of sadness with a touch of fear. She threw the portrait down and waved her hand. A dresser slid into Sam and Dean and pinned the brothers to the wall. The dresser wasn't big enough for all three siblings so Piper hadn't been trapped. She tried to free her brothers, but was slammed into the wall behind her. Dean screamed her name. She began to get up, still a little groggy from the impact, only to be hit again by a table. This time, she stayed down deciding that escaping would only get her another table slammed into her gut. Constance stepped forward to finish them off, but was distracted by the lights flickering and water gushing from the stairs. Two children stood at the top of the stairs, holding hands. Emotion flooded Constance's face: sadness, regret, love, and fear. "You've come home mummy."

They lunged and Constance screamed. Soon all that was left was a puddle of water. Sam and Dean took a moment to catch their breath, before pushing the dresser off of their bodies. Dean ran over to Piper and pushed the table off of her body, "You okay, Pipes (A/N: That is her nickname, NOT a typo.) ?" She groaned, but nodded, "A little sore and very bruised, but otherwise okay." Sam helped her up. They walked over to the puddle. "So, this is where she drowned her kids.", said Dean. Sam nodded, "That's why she was scared to go home." Piper smiled and patted her brother's back, "You figured out her weakness. Good job, Sammy." Sam chuckled, "Can't say the same for you two. What were you guys thinking, shooting Casper in the face?" Piper shook her head, "We saved you're butt, Sammy." Dean nodded, "Yeah and if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Piper giggled but silently agreed, she loved that car.

Piper and Sam were in the Impala looking for the location John had told them to go as Dean drove. They both looked up and exclaimed in unison, "I got it!" They looked at each other and Piper motioned for Sam to speak, " Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nodded, "Sounds charming, how far?" Piper spoke up, "About 600 miles." Dean nodded, "That's not far. If we move fast we can make it by morning." Sam and Piper shared a look. They both knew that this would happen. "Dean...I..umm..." Dean frowned, "You're not going." Sam sighed, "The interviews is in, like, 10 hours. I've gotta be there." Dean nodded, "Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." He gripped Deans shoulder, "You've got Piper the girl genius. The ninja. You'll be fine."

Dean turned up the music and Piper sighed, "Okay, college boy. I want you to start calling us more often and I want an invitation for that wedding. I better be the maid of honor or a bridesmaid or something. And if Jessica gets pregnant, I better be the first one you call." Sam laughed, "Okay, Piper. I promise, though I was going to do all of those things anyway." She nodded satisfied, "And Sam, if you see any sign that something supernatural might be going on, you call us. Even if it's a just a hunch. I wouldn't mind seeing Jessica one more time. I might even drag Dean all the way over to your house for Thanksgiving too." Sam smiled, he wouldn't mind that.

They pulled up to his house and both Piper and Sam got out of the car. She hugged her brother tight and whispered into his ear, "I love you, big bro." Sam patted her back, "Love you too, little sis. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Piper nodded and was about to climb into the back seat where she usually sat, but decided Dean could use some company and climbed into the passenger seat instead. Dean gave her a small smile and ruffled her hair, touched by the gesture. "We made a great team." He says to Sam. Sam nodded and Dean drove off. Sam sighed and entered the house.

Dean had just turned around the corner, when Piper shook her head, "Dean, turn around." He looked at her, alarmed, "What is it?" He trusted Piper's instincts a lot. She wasn't psychic or anything, but she always knew when something was wrong, "Something's not right. I can feel it. Turn the car around before I jump out and run back myself." Dean shrugged, it wouldn't hurt to check. As the car approached the house it was obvious something was wrong. There was smoke coming from the window. He opened the door and told Piper to stay in the car and dashed into the house. Piper felt her eyes water as she watched the house burn. This was Sam's dream that was being destroyed. She couldn't watch, she buried her face into her leather Jacket and she waited for her brothers. She could here Sam yelling for Jessica. He was going to be left heartbroken, devastated, maybe even a little unstable after this. She was going be there for him through it all. When Sam came out, Piper rushed out of the car and enveloped her brother in a hug. She brought him over to the car where he sat on the hood while she rubbed his back and whispered comforting things in his ear and whenever her grip on him loosened even the tiniest bit he would pull closer.

Dean got tired of watching the firemen and police officers try to put out the fire. He turned to look at his brother, who was looking at the guns in the trunk of the Impala holding Piper close to his side like he was afraid that if he let her go she would disappear. He probably was. Dean walked over to them. There was a determined look in Sam's eye, he sighed and threw the gun back into the trunk, "We've got work to do." Piper asked Sam if he wanted to sit in the back with her. He nodded. As she was getting in, she cursed. Sam looked at her alarmed, "What is it? Are you hurt? I'll-" She interrupted him, " I'm fine, Sammy. Just a little bruised from when Constance slammed a table onto me." Sam nodded. She told him to go to sleep. He nodded but couldn't help but ask, "Will you..umm-" "Sleep with you? Yes." It wasn't the first time she had bunked with her brothers. They almost always were only able to get two beds for each room and giving one person their own room was too dangerous. And her brothers told her that whenever she was with them they didn't have any nightmares. Plus, Dean liked to think that she was more protected this way. So she let Sam wrap his arms around her and they both tried to get some sleep.