IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THEY STOPPED AT SYLVANIA BRIDGE.

The trio got out of the old American muscle car and walked over to the edge of the bridge, "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean commented as they gazed into the running water below,

Sam looked over at his brother, "So you think Dad would have been here?"

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean replied, walking the down the bridge and the other two followed,

"Okay, so now what?" Andy asked, sticking her hands in the pockets of her jacket,

"Now we keep digging until we find him." Dean answered, "Might take a while."

Sam stopped, "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"

Dean turned around, "Monday. Right. The interview."

Andy kicked a pebble that was by her boot, "I was talking about the Constance situation, but I guess we'll go with the bigger problem at hand then." She mumbled,

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some Lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean questioned his brother,

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders,

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

Sam stepped closer and Andy knew Dean his a sore spot, "No, and she's not ever going to know." He stated harshly

"Well, that's healthy." Dean scoffed, "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." He turned around to keep walking and Sam followed and eventually Andy.

"And who's that?" Sam asked,

"You're one of us." Dean stated,

Sam let out a hostile laugh and hurried to get in front of Dean to look at his face, "No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."

"You have a responsibility to-" Dean began,

"To Dad?" Sam finished for him, "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."

Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge, "Dean!" Andy called out, afraid he was going to push his brother off the bridge.

There was a long pause before Dean said anything, "Don't talk about her like that." He released Sam and walked away.

Dean paused, "Sam. Andy." They both walked over to Dean before they noticed the woman in the white dress standing on the bridge railing. The woman looked over at them before stepping off the bridge.

The trio sprinted over to where she fell and looked into the water, "Where'd she go?" Dean questioned,

"I don't know."

"I don't have a good feeling about this." Andy muttered,

Behind them, the Impala's engine started and its headlights turned on. The three stepped away from the railing to stare down the car,

"What the-"

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked and Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket and jingled them.

"Well, shit." Andy commented,

The car started speeding towards them and the three began running. Once it got close enough, the boys jumped over the bridge. Andy was too far from the edge to follow, so she rolled off to the other side before the car could hit her. The impala screeched to a halt and Andy sat up, panting,

"What the actual fuck, Constance!?"

The engine turned off and Andy knew it was safe to approach, "Sam?! Dean?!" She ran over to the edge and spotted Sam climbing back up, "Where Dean?" Andy asked as she pulled Sam's arm to help him get to safety,

Sam glanced down into the river and the two spotted him crawling out of the water and into the mud, "Hey! Are you all right?"

Dean helds up one hand in an 'OK' sign, "I'm super."

Andy let out a small laugh, relieved, and ran a hand through her hair, "Why didn't you hold onto the bridge like Sam?"

Dean held up a middle finger and the two laughed even harder.

The older Winchester brother eventually made his way back onto the bridge and he opened up the hood to check on the car while the younger two leaned against it, waiting. Andy snickered as she took in Dean's appearance. He was covered head to toe in mud. The smelly kind.

"Your car all right?" Sam asked as Dean closed the hood and leaned on it,

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now." He answered, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam sighed, "So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Dean threw his arms up in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffed, then looked at Dean, "You smell like a toilet."

Andy looked over at them, "I could use a break."

"Motel?"

"Motel."