ANDY MADE SURE TO STAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF SAM, AWAY FROM THE DIRTY AND SMELLY DEAN.

He absolutely reeked.

Andy flinched as he dug into his back pocket and pulled out a credit card before placing it onto the motel counter, "One room, please." He smiled at the clerk, trying to act as if he wasn't covered in mud.

The clerk picked up the card and stared down at the name, "You guys having a reunion or something?"

The three hunters paused and furrowed their eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?" Sam asked,

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk explained,

The trio shared a glance. Once they got the key for another motel room and asked which room 'Burt' aka, John, was in, the three of them went over to the door. They knocked, but when no one answered, Sam began to pick the lock while Andy and Dean stood watch,

Andy scrunched her nose and Dean looked over at her, "What?"

"You smell." She stated,

Dean rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on. It's not that bad."

She nodded, "You're right, compared to how you usually smell, this is like standing in a perfume aisle at Macy's."

Sam grabbed them by the jackets and pulled them inside. Andy brushed him off, "Okay, no need to get..." She paused when she saw the walls inside the motel room, littered with newspaper articles, maps, and book pages, "...pushy."

"Whoa." Sam muttered.

"I don't think that's the right word for it." Andy replied,

Dean turned on the lamp by the bed and they were able to see the room better. Lines of salt littered the floor and half eaten burgers were on the table.

John was on the right track.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean commented after sniffing the burger and Andy rolled her eyes in disgust,

"Salt, cats-eye shells..."  Sam listed, "He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Andy moved to stare at all the posters that were hung up above the bed. She read out the names to herself, recognising most of them,

"What have you got here?" Sam asked, coming up behind her,

"Centennial Highway victims." She stated, "William Durrell, Scott Nifong... there's been a lot of guys."

Dean went to stand next to her, "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

"Dude, seriously, you smell." Andy took a step away, "Get away before you stain me with your reekness."

Dean wrapped his arms around her, "My reekness?"

"Dean." Andy groaned trying to push him away,

"Guys..." Sam called out, getting their attention and the two paused and looked over at him, "Dad figured it out."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, releasing Andy from his hold,

"He found the Same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a Woman in White." The younger Winchester informed them,

Dean smirked back at the photos of Constance's victims, "You sly dogs."

So that was the connection. All the men were cheating on their significant others.

Dean turned back towards Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a Woman in White, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness." Sam suggested,

"Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up." The two walked over to Sam, "Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell." Sam answered, "If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." He said as he pointed at the picture of Joseph Welch, "If he's still alive."

Andy stared at the image of the woman in white from lore books and shivered.

"All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean stated, 

"Finally." Andy mumbled, walking over to the bed and grabbing a book that was sitting on the bedside table that John left behind,

Dean started to walk away towards the bathroom and Sam stopped him, "Hey, Dean? What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry-"

The elder Winchester held up a hand to stop him, "No chick-flick moments."

Sam laughed and nodded, "All right. Jerk. "

"Bitch."

Andy shook her head, "Dumbasses."

Dean walked into the bathroom and Andy glanced over at Sam, who picked up a picture from the mirror frame. She walked over to see an old photograph of a younger John holding a young Sam with Dean and Andy next to them, the four of them sitting on the Impala.

"You miss him?" Andy asked the younger Winchester boy,

Sam shrugged, "I miss the idea of family. But him specifically? I don't know."

Andy squeezed his arm, "You always have us, Sammy." She stepped back, "I'm gonna go find out the Welch's address. Call me when you and Dean are ready."

He nodded, taking out his phone as Andy left the room.