Rory sat in the backseat of the impala, her head resting against the window as she was asleep, or at least mostly asleep.

Dean was coming out of the gas station with junk food for himself and his siblings. Always being on the road meant diner food, gas station junk, or fast food. They never cooked anything, which was understandable considering that even when they stayed in motel rooms, they never really had time to cook anything.

Sam sat in the passenger seat of the impala, with his legs hanging out of the car. Deans box of cassette tapes sat in his lap as he went through them. Most of them were Deans, but Sam found a few with Rory's name on them.

They were all mixtapes, most of which had songs from Bowling for soup, Nirvana, Prince, and The Runaways.

Dean opened the back car door, making Rory gasp awake as she nearly fell out of the car.

"Dean!" She yelled at her brother.

"Hey." Dean said. "You want breakfast?" He asked, his voice slightly slurred due to the twix bar in between his teeth.

Rory glared at him as she pulled her door shut, Dean took the unopened twix out of his mouth, and held it out to her with a grin.

She smacked his hand away.

"Not that one. It has your germs and cooties on it." She stated, taking the slim jim, and the sprite out of his other arm.

"Oh, sorry. I licked those on the way out here." Dean told her.

Rory gave him a very unamused look.

Dean chuckled before turning to his other sibling.

"Sam? Breakfast?" He asked.

"No, thanks." Sam said, slightly scrunching his nose up at the thought of junk food for breakfast.

He turned back to the box of Cassette tapes. "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit-card scams?" He questioned.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean stated, taking the gas nozzle out of the tank and putting it back on the pump. "And besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked Dean, swinging his legs into the car and closing the door.

"Uh...Bert Aframian and his son, Hector." Dean said, getting into the drivers seat. "Scored two cards out of the deal."

Rory took a drink of her soda, looking between her brothers.

"Sounds about right." Sam nodded. "I swear, man, you got to update your cassette-tape collection." He told Dean.

Rory furrowed her brows and sat up straight. Why would Sam say that? There was nothing but good music in that box.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one— they're cassette tapes, and two—" Sam picked up a tape. "Black Sabbath," he dropped it back into the box, and picked out another one. "Motörhead," he dropped it back in, and picked up another. "Metallica?"

Dean took the Metallica tape out of Sam's hand.

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam stated.

"Okay, first of all." Rory started. "The greatest kind of music is on cassette tapes."

"Yeah, and second of all, House rules, Sammy—" Dean popped the Metallica tape into the cassette player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Rory leaned forward over the seat beside Sam who looked at her with a slight smile.

"Don't worry, Sammy. He'll engrave it into your brain so many times, it'll leave multiple ugly scars." She told him.

"Shut up." Dean shoved her head back, making her flop back into the backseat with a grunt.

"Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Sam told both of his siblings.

"Sorry, we can't hear you. The musics too loud." Dean said as he turned the volume up.

Rory giggled a little while Dean pulled out of the parking lot.

~~~

Rory looked up as Sam hung up his phone, and started speaking again.

"Alright, so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." Sam told them.

Rory let out a small sigh and looked down at her skateboard that sat in the floor. She wasn't allowed to have it up in the seats of the impala because Dean was afraid it would mess them up.

"Hey, check it out."

Rory looked up as Dean spoke. She and Sam looked ahead to see police cars, and officers surrounding a bridge. Dean pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park.

"Alright, Rory. You know the drill." Dean said, turning to the red head in the back.

"I know." Rory rolled her eyes.

"What is it?" Dean questioned.

"Stay in the car, don't get out." She huffed in annoyance.

"And?"

Rory hesitated.

"And no playing in the drivers seat." She pouted.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle a little.

Dean reached over to the glovebox, opening it and pulling out a small box that held a bunch of fake badges for a different variety of jobs. Sam looked at his brother like he was insane.

Dean smirked at him, and tossed him a badge.

"Let's go." Dean told him, getting out of the car.

Sam reluctantly followed.

Rory huffed, now being left alone again. One of the main things that sucked about being the youngest Winchester, was that she always got left behind.

"You guys find anything?" The sheriff called out to two men who were looking around under the bridge.

"No! Nothing!" They called back.

The two brothers approached the officers on the bridge, searching an empty car.

"You fellas had another one like this last month, didn't you?" Dean spoke up, making them look at them.

"And who are you?" The deputy questioned.

"Federal marshals." Dean showed him the fake badge for a split moment before closing it and putting it away again.

"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" The sheriff furrowed his brows slightly.

"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean chuckled. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's right, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that." The sheriff said.

"So this victim— you knew him?" Sam spoke up.

"A town like this, everybody knows everybody." He stated.

"Any connections between the victims besides that they're all men?" Dean asked.

"No. Not so far as we can tell." The sheriff stated.

"So what's the theory?" Sam asked him.

"Honestly, we don't know— serial murderer, kidnapping ring."

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean stated, making Sam stomp on his foot.

"Thank you for your time. Gentlemen." Sam thanked them just before the two started walking towards the impala.

As they were walking, Dean reached up and smacked the back of Sam's head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam questioned.

"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean questioned.

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam asked.

"Come on." Dean stopped walking and stepped in front of Sam, making him stop walking. "They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. If we're gonna find dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." He told his little brother.

Sam cleared his throat as his eyes shifted behind Dean. Dean turned around to see three men standing behind them.

"Can I help you boys?" One of them asked.

"No, sir. We were just leaving." Dean told them, and the other two men started to pass them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully."

The two brothers then passed the other man, and went to the impala. As soon as Sam and Dean sat down in their seats, Rory reached up to them, and pinched their arms.

"Ow!" Sam cried out, looking at her like she was crazy.

"Rowan!" Dean rubbed the spot where she pinched them.

"What? Foots were being stepped on, heads were being smacked. I felt left out." Rory told them.

"I'm about to smack a head in a second, and right now, I'm seeing red." Dean told her, his eyes shifting to her hair.

Rory's eyes widened slightly and she slumped down into the seat.

Sam chuckled a little.

~~~

Rory skated on her skateboard behind Sam and Dean as they walked down the sidewalk.

Dean kept glancing back at her, making sure she was okay. It hadn't been long ago when she fell off of the board and sprained her wrist.

Rory could've swore Dean was having a heart attack at the fact that she got hurt.

"Hey, I'll bet you that's her." Dean spoke up as they saw a girl putting up missing person posters.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"You must be Amy." Dean said as they approached the girl.

Rory stepped off her board, and popped it up, grabbing the front of it.

"Yeah." The girl, Amy nodded.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles, this is our little sister." Dean introduced them to the girl. "I'm Dean. This is Sammy, and Rory." He gestured to each of them, Rory shifted her weight a little.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy stated, and started walking the other way.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess." Dean said as they followed her. "We're not around much. We're up in Modesto."

"So we're looking for him, too, and we're kind of asking around." Sam spoke up as he went around his siblings, stopping in front of Amy to make her stop walking.

"Hey, are you okay?" A girl came up to Amy, putting her hand on her arm.

"Yeah." Amy nodded.

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked them.

~~~

"I was on the phone with Troy." Amy said as they sat in a cafe. "He was driving home."

Rory sat in between her brothers across from the two girls, her skateboard was propped up against the seat on the outside of the booth.

"He said he would call me right back, and he never did." Amy stated.

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing I can remember." Amy shook her head.

"Here's the deal, ladies—" Dean started. "The way Troy disappeared— somethings not right. So if you've heard anything..." he trailed off.

Rory looked up at Dean, then at the two girls, seeing them look at each other.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's just— I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." The other girl spoke up.

"What do they talk about?" The three siblings asked at the exact same time, in the exact same tone.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on centennial like decades ago." The girl told them.

Sam and Dean looked at each other while Rory listened closely to the story.

"Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up— well, they disappear forever."

Rory hummed.

~~~

Dean was typing into the library computer while Sam and Rory sat on each side of them.

After Dean typed in whatever he did, he clicked go, but got no results. Dean typed something else in, clicked go, and still got nothing.

"Let me try." Sam tried to type on the keyboard, but Dean smacked his hands away.

"I got it." He told him.

Sam then shoved Deans chair, sending him rolling backwards. Sam slid in front of the computer making Rory giggle.

"Dude." Dean started, and punched Sam in the arm, rolling his chair over beside him. "You're such a control freak."

Sam sighed at his brother.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" He asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, Rory looked between them.

"Maybe it's not murder." Sam said, taking out the 'Murder' in the search bar, and replacing it with 'Suicide.'

Sam clicked go, and one result popped up.

Rory looked at Dean, and hummed. He sent her a 'Shut up' look.

"This was 1981." Sam stated after clicking on the link that came up. "Constance Welch, 24 years old. Jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." He read.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"What?" Dean and Rory asked at the same time.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Sam read off the screen.

Dean hummed while Rory let out a soft sigh.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it, said husband, Joseph Welch." Sam read.

Rory tilted her head at the picture of the bridge on the screen.

"That bridge looks awfully familiar, don't you think?" She asked.

Her brothers looked at her.

~~~

"So this is where Constance took the Swan dive." Dean said as the three of them walked on the bridge.

They looked over the edge, and Rory immediately stepped away from the railing.

"Scared of heights?" Sam asked her with a breathy chuckle.

"No." She shook her head. "Scared of falling from them."

Sam softly smiled at her.

"So you think dad would have been here?" Rory asked Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Dean said, pulling away from the railing.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked.

"Now we keep digging till we find him." Dean stated. "It might take a while."

"Dean, I told you I've got to get back by—"

"Monday." Dean cut him off.

Rory looked between them.

"Right. The interview."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean questioned. "You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Dean." Rory said, a slight warning in her tone.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam said.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked.

"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam took a step forward, Rory took a step back.

"Well, that's healthy." Dean said sarcastically. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are." Dean turned and started walking.

"And who is that?" Sam questioned.

"One of us." Dean stated.

"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life, and it shouldn't be Rowan's either." Sam said, coming in front of dean to make him stop walking.

"You have a responsibility."

"To who? To dad and his crusade?" Sam questioned.

"Guys, don't fight." Rory spoke up, but both brothers ignored her.

"If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. And Rory? Our mom isn't even her mom, so why is she involved in this?"

Rory looked down at her high top vans that were old and worn down. She was always reminded sooner or later that she wasn't Sam and Deans full sister.

Sometimes it bothered her to think about it.

"What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, moms gone, and she isn't coming back." Sam said.

Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt, and shoved him into the side of the bridge, pinning him there.

"Dean! Stop it!" Rory rushed over, and pushed herself between them, shoving Dean off of Sam.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean told their brother, Rory staying between them just in case Dean decided to try and take a swing.

But instead, Dean just backed off.

Rory's eyes trailed off to a woman standing on the edge of the bridge.

"Hey, guys?" She spoke, making the two look at her, and follow her eyes to the woman.

The brothers came up beside their little sister, and the woman looked over at them.

She then fell forwards, off the bridge.

All three Winchesters rushed over and looked over the side of the bridge, but didn't see the woman.

"Holy mother of toast." Rory said quietly.

"Where'd she go?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know." Sam shook his head.

All of sudden, the engine of the impala turned on, and the headlights lit up.

The siblings turned to look at the car.

"What the—" Dean cut himself off.

"Who's driving your car?" Rory asked her oldest brother.

Dean reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. Sam and Rory looked over at the keys in his hand.

The impala then lunged forwards, speeding right towards them. They stayed in their spot only for a short moment.

"Go! Let's go! Go!" Sam yelled, grabbing Rory's arm, and pulling her as they ran.

The three were now sprinting on the bridge, and Rory could feel her chest tightening.

The impala chased them until they made the decision to jump over the side of the bridge. Sam caught himself on the railing, his hand still gripping Rory's wrist tightly as she dangled from the bridge.

Rory let out a small panic shout, seeing she was hanging twenty-five feet above rushing water.

"It's okay! I got you!" Sam pulled her up to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly, and holding her to his chest as he held onto the railing.

"Where's Dean?" Rory spoke up when she didn't see him.

Sam looked around for him, and saw him crawling out of the water into the ditch below the bridge.

"Dean!" He called out.

Rory was struggling to breath. She was wheezing, and needed her inhaler that just so happened to be in the impala. She never really carried it on her like she should.

"What?" Dean grumpily called out from below the bridge as he laid on the mud.

"Hey, are you alright?" Sam asked him.

"I'm super." Dean stated sarcastically, holding up an 'Ok' sign with his hand.

Sam laughed a little, and pulled himself and his sister up onto the bridge. Sam expected Rory to go running down to their brother, but she didn't.

Instead, she ran to the impala, threw open the back door, and started looking around for something.

Sam watched her pull an inhaler out of her book bag, and he quickly understood that Rory had asthma.

He had really missed a lot since he'd been gone.

~~~

"Car alright?" Sam asked Dean as he checked the impala.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean said. "That Constance chick— what a bitch!" He yelled.

Rory slightly leaned against Sam, inhaling deeply.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam stated, putting his hand on Rory's head.

Dean sighed and leaned against the impala.

"So where's the trail go from here, Genius?" Sam asked their brother.

Dean raised his arms, and flicked some mud...and possibly some other things...off of his hands.

Rory scrunched her nose up a little and looked over at Dean.

"You smell like a toilet."

Both brothers looked at her, then Dean dropped his head.

~~~

"One room, please." Dean told the man behind the counter, throwing down his card.

The man picked up the card, and read it, then looked back up at them.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" He asked them.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as Rory furrowed her brows in confusion, Dean doing the same.

"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month." He stated to them.

The siblings looked at each other.

After finding Johns room, it was locked. Rory was the one to pick the lock, and it impressed Sam.

"Since when do you know how to pick a lock?" He questioned the girl.

"Since you left. I also know how to hijack a car." She told him nonchalantly.

Sam looked at Dean with a 'is she serious?' Look, and Dean nodded, raising his eyebrows.

After Rory got the door unlocked, she pushed the door open.

Sam lightly scoffed, looking back to Rory as Dean went into the room.

She smirked and held out her hand, telling Sam to go on in. He chuckled and followed after Dean.

Rory then followed him in.

The three Winchesters stopped as they saw the room was cluttered, and all sorts of things covered the walls. Newspaper articles, pictures, notes.

Dean walked over to the nightstand where there was a half-eaten burger. He picked it up and sniffed it, just before pulling it away.

He groaned a little and put it back down.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean stated.

Rory sat down on the bed. Sam crouched down, seeing a circle of salt on the floor.

"Salt, cats-eye shells." He said. "He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in." He stood up.

Dean looked over the papers on the wall.

"What do you got here?" Sam asked him, coming over beside him.

"Centennial highway victims." Dean told him. "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, age, ethnicities." He listed off.

Sam walked over to the other side of the room, looking at the papers on that side.

"There's always a connection, right?" Dean asked. "What do these guys have in common?"

Sams eyes scanned over the wall until his eyes landed on a note. It read 'Woman in White.'

He walked over and turned on the lamp, then scoffed.

"Dad figured it out." He stated.

Rory looked up at them.

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Sam told him.

Dean looked back to the pictures of the men on the other wall.

"You sly dogs." He said. "Alright, 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 said.

"No, dad would want to make sure." Dean said. "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, if he's still alive." Sam said.

Dean hummed.

"Alright, why don't you and Rory see if you can find an address? I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean said, walking towards the bathroom.

"Hey, Dean, what I said earlier about mom and dad— I'm sorry." Sam apologized to him.

Dean raised his hand to him, and turned it to the side.

"No chick-flick moments." He told him.

"Alright, jerk." Sam said.

"Bitch." Dean replied.

"Dorks."

Both brothers looked at Rory who had a slight smirk on her face, looking down at the bracelet on her wrist, messing with it.

Sam chuckled while Dean smiled, going into the bathroom. It went quiet after Dean closed the bathroom door.

"Hey, Rory?" Sam asked.

Rory hummed and looked up at him.

"Since when do you have Asthma?" He asked her, furrowing his brows.

Rory laughed a little making Sam smile and chuckle.

"Well, apparently, I've always had it and just didn't know it. But I had my first actual asthma attack after you left." Rory told him.

"I'm sorry for missing out." Sam shook his head, slightly chuckling at the girl. "I mean, you've changed so much."

Rory giggled. Sam chuckled, and ruffled her hair.

~~~

Sam walked through the room with his phone to his ear, listening to voicemails from Jessica.

He sat down on the bed beside rory as Dean came out of the bathroom.

"Hey, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street." He walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket. "You two want anything?" He asked his brother and sister.

"No." Sam replied.

"Yes! Pie! Can I go?" Rory jumped up.

"Yeah, come on." Dean smiled at her. "You sure you don't want anything? Aframians buying." He stated to Sam.

Sam just hummed and shook his head.

Dean shrugged and opened the door, letting Rory out the door first, then following after her.

He closed the door behind them, and followed Rory towards the impala, but he stopped when he saw Rory looking over at something.

"Dee." She spoke up.

Dean followed her eyes to a cop car, the sheriff, the deputy, and the guy from the motel talking beside it. The guy from the motel then pointed in their direction towards Rory and Dean.

Rory looked to Dean as they turned around, Dean digging his phone out of his pocket and quickly calling Sam.

"What?" Sam asked when he answered.

"Dude, five-o. Take off." Dean told him.

"What about you and rory?" Sam asked him.

"Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find dad." He said and hung up his phone.

Rory and Dean turned as the officers were coming up to them.

"Problem, officers?" Dean asked.

"Where's your partner?" The sheriff questioned.

"Partner? What— what partner? I got my sister." Dean told them, pointing his thumb towards Rory.

The sheriff turned to his partner and gestured for him to go check the motel room. Rory swallowed thickly out of slight nervousness.

"So fake U.S marshal, fake credit cards." The sheriff listed off. "You got anything that's real?"

"My boobs." Dean said, then grinned.

The sheriffs partner then grabbed Dean, and shoved him against the hood of the car, pinning his hands behind his back.

"Hey!" Rory yelled and went to get the officer off of her brother, but the sheriff grabbed her and held her back.

"Let go!" Rory fought against him.

"Hey, calm down." Dean told her. "Just do what they tell you, okay?" He turned his head towards her, giving her that look.

Rory glared at the sheriff.

~~~

"Listen, kid. I don't know if you've noticed, but your brother in there? He's in a whole load of trouble." He told her.

"You know, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." She stated.

"We're trying to help you, but you have to talk to us." He said. "Let's start by you telling me your name."

"Madison. Madison Nugent." Rory told him.

"Your real name." He said.

"That is my real name." She stated.

The sheriff sighed in annoyance.

Rory's eyes shifted to an officer who came into the room. The sheriff turned to see him.

"We just got a 911. Shots fired over at Whiteford road." He told him.

The sheriff turned back to Rory.

"You gotta use the bathroom?" He asked her.

"No." Rory furrowed her brows a little.

"Good." He cuffed her to the table.

"Hey! What the hell, man?!" Rory yelled, jerking at the cuffs.

"You're not going anywhere." The sheriff stated to her just before turning and leaving with the other officer.

After about five minutes, Dean came out of the room he had been locked in.

"Dean!" Rory called out to him.

Deans eyes landed on her and he rushed to her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." Rory nodded. "But they friggin' cuffed me to the stupid table!" She jerked on the cuffs.

"Yeah, right back at you." Dean said, looking around for something to pick the lock with.

"I think I saw a cup of paper clips over there on the desk." Rory told her brother.

Dean went over to the desk, and found the cup she was talking about. He grabbed a blue paper clip out of it.

~~~

Rory leaned against Dean as they stood inside the phone booth. Dean was calling Sam's phone, and on the third ring, Sam picked up.

"Fake 911 phone call, Sammy?" Dean asked before dean could talk. "I don't know, thats pretty illegal." He stated.

"You're welcome." Sam said.

"Listen, we got to talk." Dean told him.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white." Sam said. "She's buried behind her old house."

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Rory spoke up into the phone.

"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam stated.

"Well, that's what we're trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean told him.

"What? How do you know?" Sam asked, furrowing his brows.

"We've got his journal." Dean said.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam stated.

"Yeah, well, he did this time."

"What's it say?"

"Same old ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean said.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked.

"We're not sure yet." Dean said, glancing back at their little sister.

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam questioned, but as soon as the words left his mouth, a loud gasp and the sound of tires screeching came through the phone.

"Sammy?" Rory asked.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

The two siblings looked at each other.

"Dean, we got to help him!" Rory told her brother, the worry and panic very noticeable in her voice.

"I know!" Dean put the phone back. "Come on." He opened the phone booth door, going out.

Rory didn't hesitate to follow after him.

~~~

Dean and Rowan arrived just in time to see Constance sitting on top of Sam in the impala, pressing her fingers into Sam's chest, burning holes into it.

Dean got out his gun and shot her through the window, shattering it. She disappeared, but then reappeared on top of sam, Dean shot her again multiple times until she disappeared.

Sam then sat up and turned on the car.

"I'm taking you home." Sam said just before flooring it right towards the house.

"Sam!" Rory and Dean yelled in unison, watching the impala crash right through the house wall, and it finally stopped in the kitchen.

Rory and Dean sprinted into the house through the giant hole in the wall.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

"Here!" Sam called out.

"Sammy, are you okay?" Rory asked him.

"I think." Sam nodded.

"Can you move?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Help me." Sam reached towards his siblings through the passenger side window that had been shattered during the crash.

Sam grabbed onto one of Rory's hands, and one of Deans. Rory grabbed Sam's wrist with her other hand for extra strength and helped dean pull their brother out of the car.

After Sam was out, Rory's eyes landed on Constance who was staring at a picture in her hands.

"Guys." She said making her brothers look at her, then Constance.

Constance looked up at them, then threw the picture down on the floor. She stepped aside, and the dresser behind her went flying towards the Winchesters.

Before any of them had a chance to move, the dresser slammed into them making all three them grunt and groan.

Rory winced slightly.

They tried pushing the dresser away but it wouldn't budge.

The electricity in the house started to flicker and buzz, making Constance look around. She turned around as she heard water running down the stairs. She looked up and saw two children standing at the very top.

The two kids grasped onto each other's hand.

Constance walked over in front of the stairs, her eyes never leaving the kids. Sam, Dean, and Rory watched them.

"You've come home to us, mommy." The children spoke in unison.

Constance began to take a step back, but then the two kids appeared behind her. As soon as she turned to them, they hugged her tightly. Constance let out an ear piercing scream.

Rory turned her head away from them as they melted into a puddle on the floor. It gurgled like a drain, then it went silent.

They pushed the dresser away from them, Sam and Dean doing most of the work because it was heavy. The three then walked over to the puddle on the floor, and looked at each other.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean stated.

"That's why she could never go home." Sam said. "She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot." Rory chuckled.

"Nice work, Sammy." Dean slapped Sam's chest right where his wound was.

"Ah!" Sam laughed in pain. "I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey, saved your ass." Dean stated. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car," Dean looked back at Sam. "I'll kill you."

Rory laughed, making both brothers smile.

~~~

Rory slept in the backseat, her head laying against her pillow, and her blanket draped over her body. Her shoes sat in the floor on top of her skateboard.

"Okay, here's where dad went." Sam spoke up making Dean look at him. "It's called blackwater ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asked.

"About 600 miles." Sam stated.

"If we shag ass, we can make it by morning." Dean told him.

Sam hesitated.

"Dean, um..." he started.

Dean glanced between Sam and the road.

"You're not going." He said.

"The interviews in 10 hours. I got to be there." Sam told him.

Dean nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." He said.

Sam's eyes lingered on Dean, before he turned the flashlight off and closed Johns journal.

~~~

The impala rolled to a stop and Dean turned off the engine. Sam got out of the car and closed the door, leaning down into the window to look at his brother.

"You'll call me if you guys find him?" Sam said. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, alright." Dean nodded.

The two brothers looked back as they heard Rory groan a little as she sat up in the backseat. She rubbed her eyes as it took her a moment to realize what was going on.

"You're leaving already?" She asked her brother.

"Yeah. Interview." Sam said, leaning into her window.

"Promise you'll call this time?" Rory asked him.

"I promise." Sam told her, holding up his pinky.

Rory smiled and linked her pinky with his.

Sam reached into the window and ruffled her red hair before backing away from the car. Rory sniffled softly and pulled her blanket up over her shoulders.

"Sam." Dean called out making Sam turn back to the car.

"You know, us three made a hell of a team back there." He told him.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

Dean breathily chuckled a little before facing forwards and starting up the engine. He then pulled away from the school.

After riding in silence for a few minutes, Rowan spoke up.

"Do you think Sammy'll be okay?" She asked Dean who glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Dean stayed quiet for a moment. He furrowed his brows slightly, then he made a U-turn.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked, furrowing her brows in slight confusion.

"Somethings not right." Dean told her.

Rory furrowed her brows.

~~~

Rory and Dean arrived to the school to see Sam's dorm room in flames. Rory's eyes widened as Dean immediately got out of the car.

"Stay right here! Don't move!" Dean told his little sister.

Rory watched him as he ran towards the building.

"Sam!" Dean kicked his little brothers door in and rushed in.

"Jess!" Sam yelled.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean yelled as he ran into the bedroom, seeing Jessica pinned the ceiling in flames, Sam was covering his head on the bed.

"No! No!" Sam yelled.

Dean rushed to him and grabbed him, pulling him up off the bed.

Rory got out of the impala when she didn't see her brothers coming out of the building. After a few short seconds, both of her brothers came rushing out of the burning building.

Rory let out a huge breath she didn't even know she had been holding.

However, she failed to notice that Jessica wasn't with her brothers.

~~~

Rory stood against the impala while Sam loaded a shotgun from the arsenal in the trunk. Dean came over to them.

Rory could see Sam's tears on his face from the flashing lights of the fire trucks and ambulances.

Sam glanced at both of them, and sighed, tossing the shotgun back into the Arsenal.

"We got work to do." He said.

Sam grabbed the trunk lid and closed it.

Rory let out a soft sigh, looking down at the ground.

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