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Okay, here's part 2...
For anyone who's wondering, I chose to use Jessica Alba as Sam because 1) I didn't want Sam to be blond and look too much like Mary and 2) I couldn't resist using some of the pics of her and Jensen from Dark Angel.
Jericho, California
Troy was talking to his girlfriend Amy on his cell as he drove down a desolate stretch of country road heading home. “Amy I can’t come over tonight.… Because I got work in the morning, that’s why.… Okay, I miss it and my Dad’s gonna have my ass.” Troy paused as he noticed a lady wearing a white dress standing by the side of the road. “Hey…uh…Amy, let me call you back.”
He ended the call and slowed down as he approached the young woman. The radio in the car started acting up as the car rolled to a stop, so he turned it off. He spoke to the woman through the passenger side window. “Car trouble or somethin’?”
The woman was acting a bit strange. Almost as if she had been taking some sort of drugs. She didn’t actually look at Troy as she said “Take me home.”
But she was pretty, and Troy wasn’t about to leave her out in the middle of nowhere. He opened the passenger door from the inside. “Sure, get in.” The woman got in and shut the door. Troy couldn’t believe his luck and also couldn’t help stealing glances at the woman’s chest. “So, where do you live?”
“At the end of Breckenridge Road.”
“You comin’ from a Halloween party or somethin’? You know um, a girl like you really shouldn’t be alone out here.”
Troy watched as the lady pulled up her skirt to reveal more of her leg, and looked up at him. “I’m with you.” she stated calmly. He turned away to look out the window, so she reached over and turned his face back toward her. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Will you come home with me?”
“Um…hell yeah!” Troy peeled out and headed toward Breckenridge Road.
Troy pulled up to the house where the woman said she lived, but it was all boarded up and looked abandoned. He turned to her. “Come on, you don’t live here.”
The woman looked sad as she stared at the house through the windshield. “I can never go home.”
“What are you talking about?” Troy looked at the house. “Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?” Troy turned back to the woman, but she was gone. It was like she had just disappeared. He stepped out of the car and looked around. “That was good. Joke’s over, okay. You want me to leave?” Troy didn’t see the imprint of a hand on the inside of his windshield before it quickly faded away.
He walked up to the front door of the deserted house. “Hello? Hello?” He peered through the torn screen on the front door, but didn’t see anyone. Some bats flew out of the house, causing him to scream and run back to his car. He put the car in reverse and spun it back around.
Troy got the car back on the road and was beginning to calm down when he glanced in the rearview mirror. There was the woman in the back seat, though she hadn’t been there when he had put the car in reverse. He screamed and slammed on the breaks, going through a “Road Closed” sign and coming to a stop on an old abandoned bridge.
Troy screamed and struggled with his invisible attacker until the splatter of his blood silenced him forever.
Sam and Dean had stopped for gas a few miles outside of Jericho. Sam was sitting in the car going through Dean’s shoebox full of cassette tapes while he was inside paying for the gas. Dean walked back out and waved some chips and soda at her. “Hey, you want breakfast?”
Sam wrinkled her nose. “No thanks.” Only a man would think that constituted as breakfast. “So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?”
Dean took the gas hose out of the tank. “Yeah well…hunting ain’t exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.”
Sam shook her head and laughed. “Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?”
Dean got back in the car. “Uh…Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.”
“Sounds about right.” Sam set the box of tapes in her lap. “I swear Dean…you gotta update your cassette tape collection.”
Dean looked at her as if she’d grown another head. “Why?”
“Well for one they’re cassette tapes, and two- “ Sam picked up a handful to make her point. “Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.”
Dean grabbed the Metallica tape from her and popped it in the player. “House rules, Sammi. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.”
Sam raised her voice to be heard above the music now emanating from the car’s speakers. “Ya know, Sammi is an awkward 12-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?”
Dean laughed and pointed at his ear. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. The music’s too loud.” He pulled out of the gas station heading towards Jericho, and with any luck, their dad.
Sam hung up her cell phone. “All right, so there’s no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that’s something, I guess.”
Dean began to slow down as they approached what appeared to be an accident scene. There were several police cars blocking the old bridge up ahead. “Check it out.” Dean pulled over and leaned across the seat to get to the glove compartment. He pulled out an old cigar box full of fake IDs. Sam watched in more or less terror as he grabbed two and smiled. “Let’s go.” Sam took a deep breath as she followed her brother.
One of the officers yelled down to another on the riverbank below. “Did you guys find anything?”
“No, nothing!”
Another deputy was investigating Troy’s car. “No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless, it’s almost too clean.”
The first officer addressed the one by the car. “So this kid Troy, he’s dating your daughter isn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“How’s Amy doin’?”
“She’s putting up missing posters downtown.”
Dean walked up and addressed the deputy. “You fellas had another one just like this last month, didn’t ya?”
“Who are you?”
Dean flipped open a wallet with a fake US Marshall ID and badge. “Federal Marshals.”
The deputy eyed Sam and Dean skeptically, especially Sam. “You two are a little young for Marshals, aren’t you?”
Dean smirked. “Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.” He began walking around the car, inspecting it. He knew from experience to act confident in order to avoid suspicion. “You did have another one just like this, correct?”
“Yeah, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that.”
Sam took the opportunity to step in. “So this victim, you knew him?”
The deputy nodded. “In a town like this, everybody knows everybody.”
Dean had begun circling the car. “Any connections between the victims, besides that they’re all men?”
“No, not so far as we can tell.”
“So what’s the theory?” Sam asked as she walked over to stand by Dean on the other side of the car.
“Honestly? We don’t know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?”
“Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I’d expect out of you guys.” Dean replied sarcastically.
Sam stomped on Dean’s foot and smiled at the deputy. “Thank you for your time.” She glanced around at the other officers. “Gentlemen.”
She and Dean started walking away and the deputy watched them leave. Once out of hearing distance, Dean pinched Sam’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Why d’ya have to step on my foot?” was Dean’s childish reply.
Sam had obviously been trying to keep him from insulting the local police further, but that didn’t seem to matter to Dean. “Why do you have to talk to police like that?”
Dean stepped in front of her to stop her. “Come on Sam. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone on this. I mean if we’re gonna find Dad we’ve gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.”
Sam noticed what appeared to be the sheriff and two FBI agents who had walked up behind Dean. She cleared her throat and nodded her head to let Dean know. Dean turned around
The sheriff eyed them suspiciously. “Can I help you two?”
Dean was almost polite this time. “No sir, we were just leaving.” But then he just couldn’t seem to help himself as the two FBI agents passed. “Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.”
The sheriff watched them with suspicion as they got in the car and drove off.
Sam and Dean were walking through town looking for that deputy’s daughter…the one who had been dating the missing boy. Dean spotted a teenaged girl hanging flyers by the local theater. “I’ll bet you that’s her.”
Sam looked over and agreed. They went over to see what info they might be able to get from her.
Dean walked up and tried his best ‘I’m harmless voice’. “You must be Amy.”
She didn’t stop what she was doing, but she did answer. “Yeah.”
Dean continued. “Troy told us about you. We’re his cousins. I’m Dean, this is Sammi.” Sam frowned at her brother for using the nickname again.
Amy paused. “He never mentioned you to me.”
“Well that’s Troy, I guess. We’re not around much. We’re up in Modesto. So we’re looking for him too, and we’re kind of asking around.”
A girl came up to Amy. “Hey, are you okay?” indicating she was referring to the two strangers.
“Yeah.”
“Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?” Sam asked.
Amy agreed and they walked across the street to a diner to sit down and talk.
After the waitress brought them their drinks, Amy began with the last time she spoke to Troy. “I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he never did.”
Sam pressed a little. “He didn’t say anything strange…or out of the ordinary?”
Amy thought for a moment. “No, nothing I can remember.”
Sam tilted her head toward Amy. “I like your necklace.”
Amy lifted it and smiled. “Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff.”
Sam smiled too. “Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful.” Sam backpedaled a bit. “I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Okay, thank you Unsolved Mysteries. Here’s the deal, ladies-the way Troy disappeared-something’s not right. So if you’ve heard anything…”
Amy and her friend Missy exchanged a glance.
“What is it?” Dean leaned forward.
“Well, it’s just…” Missy faltered. “with all these guys going missing, people talk.”
To their dismay, Sam and Dean responded in unison. “What do they talk about?”
“It’s kind of this local legend.” Missy explained. “This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like…decades ago. Well supposedly she’s still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up-Well, they disappear forever.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. It seemed they’d caught a break.
Dean was seated in front of a computer at the local library. He brought up the Jericho Herald web page and in the search bar he typed in ‘Female Murder Hitchhiking’. The page came back with ‘No results found’. He tried again. ‘Female Murder Centennial Highway’. Again ‘No results found’.
Sam reached out to grab the mouse. “Let me try.”
Dean smacked Sam’s hand. “I got it.” That pissed Sam off so she shoved Dean’s rolling chair out of the way and moved in front of the screen.
“Hey!” Dean rolled back over. “You’re such a control freak.”
‘Look who’s talking’ thought Sam. She paused with her fingers on the keyboard. “So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?”
“Yeah…” Dean wondered where Sam was heading with this.
“Maybe it’s not murder.” She changed ‘Murder’ to ‘Suicide’ and a result came up. Dean raised his eyebrows, but it wasn’t clear whether he was impressed or irritated.
Sam read from the article. “This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river.”
“Does it say why she did it?”
“Yeah.” Sam found the next part rather upsetting.
“What?” Dean insisted.
Sam read aloud. “An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute. She comes back; they aren’t breathing. Both die.”
“Hmm.”
Sam read the caption underneath the photo of Constance’s grieving husband. “Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn’t bear it, said husband, Joseph Welch.”
Dean noticed a picture of policemen at the same bridge that Troy was found on, carrying away Constance’s body in a bag. “That bridge look familiar to you?”
It was completely dark by the time Sam and Dean made it back out to the bridge. They left the car and began exploring the old bridge.
“So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” Dean glanced over the side of the bridge to the shallow rushing waters below.
Sam got straight to the point. “So you think Dad would have been here?”
“Well he’s chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.”
“Okay so now what?”
“Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while.”
“Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by- “
“Monday. Right. The interview.”
Sam nodded.
“Yeah, I forgot. You’re really serious about this aren’t you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your boyfriend?”
“Maybe. Why not?”
“Does Jesse know the truth about you? I mean, does he know about the things you’ve done?”
Sam took a few steps toward Dean. “No and he’s not ever going to know.”
“Well that’s healthy.” Dean said sarcastically. “You can pretend all you want, Sammi. But sooner or later you’re gonna have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turned and started walking down the bridge.
Sam followed him. “And who is that?”
Dean’s reply was matter-of-fact. “One of us.”
“No, I’m not like you.” Sam ran around in front of Dean to stop him from walking away. “This is not going to be my life.”
“Well you’ve got a responsibility to-”
“To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren’t for pictures, I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like.” Sam could tell Dean was getting upset, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t stop herself even if she had wanted to. Hell, she had thought about it enough as it was. “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’s upper arms and shoved her up against a beam on the bridge. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
Dean’s eyes were blazing, but Sam could tell he was holding back. If he wanted, he could have really hurt her. Sam understood that the problem was that Dean did remember their mother. She honestly regretted pushing him that way, but he was trying to force her to feel the same way he did about it all, and she just couldn’t. She really wished she could remember her mother. Her first real memory was of Daddy killing a werewolf when she was barely four years old. She’d had nightmares for months afterwards. And Dean had let her sleep in his bed-
“Sam.” Dean was no longer holding Sam against the beam. The flash of fear in her eyes had made him release her as if he had been burned. He had stepped back and looked away, down the bridge to his right. He was now staring at a woman in a white dress standing on the railing.
Dean calling her name had pulled Sam out of her thoughts. She turned and saw the woman too. She looked towards them before she let go of the support she was holding onto and fell off the bridge. They both ran over to where they saw her drop, but there was no sign of movement in the water, nor sound of her going into the water.
Sam had reached the spot first. “Where’d she go?” Dean asked.
“I don’t know.”
They spun around as they heard the Impala crank up. “What the- “
Sam looked at Dean. “Who’s driving your car?”
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys to show that no one could be driving the car. All of a sudden the car started driving down the bridge towards them.
Sam grabbed Dean’s arm. “Come on, Dean. Let’s go! Go!”
They were running as fast as they could, but the car was gaining on them. As it got closer, they had no choice but to jump over the side of the bridge. Sam managed to grab onto a protruding beam, but Dean fell.
She looked down, but she couldn’t see him. She was able to pull herself up and frantically began scanning the water for any sign of him. “Dean! Dean!”
“What?!” He sounded irritated, which Sam took as a good indication that he was okay.
“Hey, are you all right?” She shouted.
Dean collapsed on the bank, completely covered in mud. “I’m super.”
Sam laughed in relief. Dean would likely be in a great mood the rest of the night, but at least he was okay.
Dean closed the hood of the car after inspecting it for damage.
Sam walked up from the rear. “Car all right?”
“Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick-What a bitch!” He leaned against the hood.
“Well she doesn’t want us digging around, that’s for sure.” She joined Dean on the hood of the car. “So where’s the trail go from here, genius?” Dean answered by throwing his hands in the air. Sam sniffed. “You smell like a toilet.”
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