Pilot (Part 2)

~Stanford University, Present Day~

~October 31st, 2005.~

"Sam." The voice of a young woman echoes through the apartment.

The young woman comes around a corner wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat. A photo of Mary and John is on the dresser.

"Get a move on, would you?" The young woman asks."We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago."

"Sam! You coming or what?" The girl questions.

A young man pokes his head around the corner,Sam, he's wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume.

"Do I have to?" Sam asks.

"Yes. It'll be fun." She says.

"Where's your costume?" He hears as he enters the room causing him to laugh.

"You know how I feel about Halloween."

Classic's "What Cha Gonna Do" begins to play.

MUSIC

Show me whatcha gonna do

Yeah whatcha gonna do

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

The bar is decorated for Halloween including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that says "GET NAKED".

The girl raises a glass as a another young man in a ghoul costume, comes up to the table where her and Sam are. The latter the only one out of costume.

"So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." She announces.

Sam flushes "All right, all right, it's not that big a deal."

All three clink their glasses together.

"Yeah, he acts all humble, but he scored a one seventy-four." She brags.

"Is that good?" The young man questions.

"Scary good." The woman informs him.

"So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want." The man prises Sam.

"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year." Sam tells his friends.

The woman assures him "Hey. It's gonna go great"

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?"

"Ah, they don't know."

"Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" The man asks.

"Because we're not exactly the Bradys" Sam says.

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?" The man declared.

"No." He is meet with protest from both people. The young man goes to the bar regardless.

"No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."

"What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn." The woman answers as they share a kiss.

MUSIC

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

~Back At The Apartment~

Sam and his girlfriend are asleep in bed when a sound outside the room, like a window opening startles himm awake. Sam leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment.

A window is open and footsteps can be heard.. A man walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The Man enters the room and Sam lunges forward and grabs the man at the shoulder. The man retaliates and knocks Sams' arm away and aims a strike at him, who ducks. The man grabs Sams' arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the mam hadn't seen Sams' face before, he sees it now. Sam gets his first glimpse of the man. The mam elbows Sam in the face and Sam kicks at his head. The mam ducks and swings and Sam blocks. The mam knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand at Sams' neck and the other holding his wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." The man says.

Sam breathes hard. 'Dean?"

Dean laughs

"You scared the crap out of me." Sam tells his brother.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean replies.

Sam grabs Deans' hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Deans' back leading him on to the floor.

"Or not."

Dean taps Sam twice where he is holding him.

"Get off of me." Dean demands.

Sam rolls to his feet and pulls his brother up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam demands to know.

"Well, I was looking for a beer." He replies.

Dean puts his hands on Sams' shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

Sam asks. "What the hell are you doing here? And where is Juliette?"

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk and Jules is in the car."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I called, would you have picked up?"

Before he can answer the light is turned on to reveal his girlfriend standing there in shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

"Sam?" She asks causing both brothers to turn their heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica. Jess my brother Dean." Sam introduces each other.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess questions.

Sam nods as Dean grins at her and moves closer.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." He remarks.

"Just let me put something on." Jess says as she turns to leave, only to be stopped by Deans' voice.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."

Dean goes back over to Sam. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." Dean says after a momentary pause. Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam replies with "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean ducks his head and looks back up. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." With a somber expression on his face.

Sams' expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Jess glances up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam complains as the brothers make their way down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Dean says to his brother.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

Dean stops and turns around and Sam follows suite.

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?"

"I'm not." Sam tells him.

"Why not?"

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

Dean starts downstairs again, Sam follows.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Sam recounts.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean challenges.

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." He reminds his younger brother.

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean informs him.

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us? Is this the life you want Jules to grow up in?" Sams questions his brother.

Dean rolls his eyes and slams the door open. There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. Dean and Sam climb it.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."

They cross the parking lot to the Impala.

Dean turns to his brother "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe." Sam relies.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean announces looking away.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it.

A brief silence passes over the brothers.

"I can't do this alone." Dean says breaking the silence.

"Yes you can." Sam counters.

Dean finally admits "Yeah, well, I don't want to."

Sam sighs and looks down, thinking, then looks back up.

"What was he hunting?"

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, being sure not to be to loud as to wake the sleeping child in the back seat, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" He asks himself.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" The younger brother asks.

I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself? What about Juliette?"

Dean looks at Sam "I'm twenty-six, dude and Jules was with Bobby. I picked her up before coming to find you."

"All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean hands Sam a piece of paper. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.

"So maybe he was kidnapped." He suggests.

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions.

"Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years."

Dean takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.

"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough."

Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

He presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." The distinct voice of John Winchester can be heard on the tape.

"You know there's EVP on that?"

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"

"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean informs him as he presses play again.

"I can never go home..." The broke voice of a woman can be heard.

"Never go home." Sam repeats as the player stops.

Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean says.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

Sam turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when Dean speaks.

"What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this...I have an interview." Sam reluctantly says.

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean tries to tell his brother.

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school?" Dean smirks.

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asks to which his brother agrees.

Sam is packing a duffel bag. He pulls out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. Jess comes into the room.

"Wait, you're taking off?" Jess questions her boyfriend. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?"

"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Sam tells her.

Sam goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp atop it.

"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip."

Jess sits on the bed as Sam rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple shirts, which go in the duffel.

"Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to go bring him back."

"What about the interview?" She questions him.

"I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days." He recounters.

"Sam, I mean, please." He stops and turns around "Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?"

Sam laughs a little and replies he is fine.

"It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal."

"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." He reassures her.

He kisses her on the cheek and leaves

"At least tell me where you're going." She asks but he is already out the door.

~CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY~

~Jericho, California~

The Eagles of Death Metal's "Speaking in Tongues" plays. A young man is driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone.

"Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass." He says to the woman on the phone.

A high-pitched whine cause him to look over and sees a woman in a white dress on the side of the road. She's moving as though dancing; she flickers, and for a moment she's gone.

"Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?"

He tries several times to turn off the radio, which is flickering. Nothing happens. He pulls up next to the woman, whose dress is torn in several places, and stops, leaning across the shotgun seat.

"Car trouble or something?" He asks the woman

After a pause she asks "Take me home?"

"Sure, get in." He agrees.

The woman, who is barefoot, climbs in and closes the door.

"So, where do you live?" The young man questions.

"At the end of Breckenridge Road."

"You coming from a Halloween party or something?"

The Womans' dress is very low-cut and he notices, stares, and looks away, laughing nervously.

"You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here." He tells her.

She looks at him mournfully, seductively, and pulls her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you."

The man looks away, the woman takes his chin and turns his face towards her.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asks.

The man nods, eyes stuck on her cleavage. "Uh...huh."

"Will you come home with me?" She asks.

"Um. Hell yeah." He replies and drives off.

They pull up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The Woman stares at it sadly.

"Come on. You don't live here." The man says believing this to be a joke.

"I can never go home." The woman says longingly.

"What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?"

He turns, and she's gone. He checks the back seat, also empty, and gets out of the car, nervous.

"That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" He looks around, no signs of life except crickets. He walks towards the house.

"Hello? Hello?"

There's a picture of the woman and two children inside the house; the picture is covered in dust.

He peers through the hole in the screen door. A bird flies at his face, scaring him into falling over. He yells, leaps to his feet, and runs back to the car. He gets in and drives off.

Back on the highway he looks behind him—no one's there—then in the rearview mirror. The woman is in the back seat. The man yells again and drives straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screams. Blood spatters the windows.

~ Meanwhile Back At Stanford ~

While he waits for his brother to pack his back Dean sits on the hood of the impala thinking. He hoped driving all this way would work out and luckily it did. His train of thought is broken by the sound of movement from the backseat.

"Daddy." A tiny voice can be heard calling him.

"Hey bug. Did you have a good nap." He says opening her door to remover her from the car seat.

The little girl who now appears to be five years old is dressed in polka dot leggings, an ac dc t-shirt and leather jacket similar to her father's and brushing her brown hair from her face.

"Yeah. Where are we daddy?" Juliette asks noticing the strange surroundings they are in.

"Well Bug do you remember your uncle Sammy." Dean asks hoping the little girl does.

After all Jules was barely three when Sam left for college and they haven't seen each other in two years. Before he left Jules loved being with her uncle, Sam was the one who always read to her and even let the little girl braid his hair. Sam loves his niece equally as much and only stayed as long as he did because he wanted to be apart of her life.

The morning after Sam left Dean was heartbroken after having to tell his babygirl that her favorite uncle left. She cried herself to sleep and despite Dean understanding why he chose to leave he has yet to forgive his brother for breaking his daughters' heart.

"Are we here to find Uncle Sammy? Are we? Are we?" Jules asks excitingly as her jumps in her father's arms.

"Yes baby we are. Sammy is upstairs now packing." He says when the sound of footsteps on the metal stairs can be heard.

"Uncle Sammy." Jules says and takes off running towards her uncle the minute Dean sets her down.

Sam has to drop his bag in order to grab the excited five year old but he doesn't mind, he missed her too much.

"Hey Jules. God you've grown so much." Sam asks her making the girl laugh.

"I missed you Sammy. Daddy said you left to do something important." She says.

"Um...yeah but guess what we get to spend the weekend together. How does that sound."

His question is met with shouts of excitement making both brothers laugh.

"Alright team let's get going we're running behind schedule." Dean informs the pair moving to take his daughter so he can strap her into her car seat.

The driver is filled with the little girl filling her uncle in on everything he misses, from the teeth she lost, to her weekends with her pop pop and driving with her dad in the impala. Sam of course is listening with rapt attention.

~GAS STATION~

The Impala is parked in front of a pump. Dean comes out of the convenience mart carrying junk food. Sam is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes. Juliette is asleep after a long night of talking the brothers ear off the purring of the impala engine puts her to sleep as usual.

"Hey!" Dean calls to his brother.

Sam leans out and looks at him.

"You want breakfast?"

"No, thanks."

"So how'd you pay for that stuff?" Sam questions his brother. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean says. "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 says.

Sam swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door.

"Uh, Burt Aframian and his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." He says getting back in the car.

"Morning bug, you hungry?" Dean asks his daughter as the young girl slowly wakes up.

Juliette rubs the sleep from her eyes. "Hi daddy, hi uncle Sammy."

"Hi Jules." Sam says to his niece. "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Turning back to his brother.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." Sam holds up a tape for every band he names. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean takes the box labeled Ac/Dc from his brother and passes his daughter a sandwich and juice from the bag.

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

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape in the player. "Driver picks the music."

"Shotgun shuts his cakehole." Juliette finishes her father's sentence.

"You really are your fathers daughter."

Dean drops the AC/DC box back in the box of tapes and starts the engine.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old." Sam reproaches him.

AC/DC's "Back in Black" begins to play.

"It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean drives off the sound of Jules laugh echoes from the backseat.

~CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY~

They drive past a sign that says "JERICHO 7".

Sam is talking on his cell phone. "Thank you."

"All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue." Sam says hanging up. So that's something, I guess."

Dean glances over at SAM, then to Juliette who is preoccupied playing with her stuffed ladybug, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers.

"Check it out."

Sam leans forward for a closer look.

Dean pulls over. They take a long look before Dean turns off the engine and opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with their faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares.

"Okay bug daddy and Sammy have to go talk to those men, so I need you to stay here."

"Okay daddy." Jules agrees.

"Good girl. You remember the password?"

Nod "Impala 67"

"That's my girl." Dean gets out of he car.

"Really Impala 67?" Sam questions his brother.

"Shut it Sam."

On the bridge, the lead Deputy, Deputy Jaffe leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river.

"You guys find anything?"

"No! Nothing!" One of the men replies.

The deputy turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge. Another man, Deputy Hein is at the driver's side looking around inside the car.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." Hein announces.

Dean and Sam walk into the crime scene like they belong there.

"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Jaffe asks his partner.

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." Hein says.

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean questions.

Jaffe looks up when Dean starts talking and straightens up to talk to him.

"And who are you?" He asks.

Dean flashes his badge. "Federal marshals."

"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Jaffe wonders.

Dean laughs "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you."

Dean goes over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." Jaffe informs the 'Marshals'.

Sam wonders "So, this victim, you knew him?"

Jaffe nod. 'Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

Dean circles the car, looking around.

"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory? Sam asks walking over to his brother.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" The deputy says.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean smirks at the deputies. Sam stomps on his foot.

"Thank you for your time." Sam says.

Jaffe watches them go. As soon as they are far enough aways Dean smacks Sam on the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asks angrily at his brother.

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

Dean looks at him and moves in front of him, forcing Sam to stop walking.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean tells his brother.

Sam clears his throat and looks over Dean's shoulder causing him to turn around. It's the sheriff and two FBI agents.

"Can I help you boys?" Sheriff questions

"No, sir, we were just leaving." Dean says.

As the FBI agents walk past Dean, he nods at each of them.

"Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."

Arriving back at the car Dean gently taps the back glass twice.

"What's the password?" A voice asks.

"Impala 67" Dean chuckles as his daughter pops up waving at them.

"Did I do good daddy?" She asks.

"You did great baby." He says causing the little girl to cheer.

~ Back in JERICHO~

The marquee on the Highland Movie Theater reads:

EMERGENCY TOWN HALL MEETING

SUNDAY 8 PM

BE SAFE OUT THERE

A young woman is tacking up posters with Troy's face and the caption "MISSING TROY SQUIRE". Dean and Sam watch her from the car.

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam agrees.

"Alright bug you know the plan?" Dean asks and the girl nods " Ok let's go." Exiting the car the brothers walk over to Amy. Juliette is in Deans' arms.

"You must be Amy." He says.

"Yeah." Amy answers a little unsure.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this cutie is my daughter Juliette." He says introducing everyone.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy says walking away, the boys follow her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean tells her

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam jumps in.

Another young woman who introduces herself as Rachel, comes up to Amy and puts a hand on her arm.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asks.

The four of them are sitting in a booth, Dean and Sam, opposite Amy and Rachel. Juliette is sitting between her father and uncle eating a slice of pie and sharing bites with her dad.

Amy starts retelling her story "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."

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

She shakes her head "No. Nothing I can remember."

Sam motions to her necklace "I like your necklace."

Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff." She laughs.

Sa. laughs a little and looks down, then up. Dean looks over.

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." The younger Winchester says.

"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean jokes.

Dean takes his arm off the back of Sams' seat and leans forward.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

Amy and Rachel look at each other.

"What is it?" Dean urges.

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel says.

Dean and Sam say simultaneously "What do they talk about?" Jules laughs.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago.

Dea looks at Sam, who watches Rachel attentively, nodding. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." She continues.

Sam and Dean look at each other.

~LIBRARY~

A web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" are typed into the search box. Dean clicks GO; the screen tells him there are "(0) Result". He replaces "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response. Sam is sitting next to him, watching, with Juliette is in his lap.

"Let me try." Sam tells him.

Dean smacks Sam's hand. "I got it."

Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and takes over.

"Dude!" Dean hits Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak."

He moves his chair next to Sams' and lifts his daughter into his lap, who is distracted with playing with his necklace.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asks

"Yeah."

"Well, maybe it's not murder."

SAM replaces "Murder" with "Suicide" and finds an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". Dean glances at Sam as he opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes].

What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam reads.

There's a picture of Constance.

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

"Yeah." Sam says but hesitates.

"What?" Dean asks.

Before he talks Sam gestures towards Juliette and Dean covers her ears, but it doesn't bother the child.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently 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."

Instinctively Dean removes his hand from her ears and wraps them around his daughter tightly.

Dean "Hm."

The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place Troy's car was found.

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

"The bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asks as both brothers look closer at the picture.

~SYLVANIA BRIDGE~

Dean and Sam walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river. It's late at night so Dean left Juliette asleep in her car seat with one of the back windows on.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean says.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks looking at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."

Dean continues walking and Sam follows.

"Okay, so now what?"

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

Sam stops "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday..."

Dean turns around "Monday. Right. The interview. "

"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?

Sam asks "Maybe. Why not?"

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

Sam steps closer "No, and she's not ever going to know, besides Dean don't you want that kind of life for your daughter."

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are and our situations are very different. "

Dean turns around and keeps walking. Sam follows.

"And who's that?" He asks.

"You're one of us."

Sam rushes to get in front of Dean. "No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."

"You have a responsibility to—"

Sam cuts him off. "To Dad? 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 grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. After a long pause he speaks.

"Don't talk about her like that."

Dean releases Sam and walks away. He sees Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.

"Sam!"

Sam comes to stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. Sam and Dean run to the railing and look over.

"Where'd she go?" Dean questions.

"I don't know." Sam tells him.

Behind them, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. Dean and Sam turn to look.

"What the..."

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asks.

Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. Sam glances at them. The car jerks into motion. Suddenly both brothers look at each other.

"Juliette."

Dean tries to move closer to the car where Juliette is wide awake and terrified in her car seat.

"Daddy." She cries.

"Hold on baby."

Before he can get to the car it suddenly starts heading straight for them.

"Dean? Go! Go!" Sam calls to his brother.

The car is moving faster than they are; when it gets too close, Sam and Dean dive over the railing. The car comes to a halt.

~SYLVANIA BRIDGE~

Sam manages to catch himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He pulls himself up onto the bridge and runs to the car. Juliette is crying in her carpet. Sam quickly opens the door and pulls her out.

"It's ok baby, uncle Sammy's got you. Your okay." He tries to soothe her.

Moving back to the edge he looks down "Dean? Dean?"

Below, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting.

"What?" He shouts.

"Hey! Are you all right?"

Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign.

"I'm super. Is Jules okay?"

"She's good I've got her.' Sam laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge.

Dean shuts the hood of his car and leans on it.

"Your car all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" He looks at his daughter "That's a bad word baby, don't repeat."

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

Sam settles on the hood next to Dean, Jules still in his arms. Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean.

"You smell like a toilet."

Dean looks down and Juliette laughs.

~MOTEL~

A VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger.

"One room, please." Dean says.

Dean is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with Sam right behind him holding Jules. The Clerk picks up the card and looks at it.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks confused.

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

~JOHN'S ROOM~

The motel door swings open. Sam is on the other side, having just picked the lock. Sam hides the picks and stands up. Dean is just outside, playing lookout and holding hands with his daughter until Sam reaches out of the room to grab his shoulder and yank him inside. Sam closes the door behind them. They look around every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Whoa." Sam says looking around.

Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor. DEAN sniffs the burger and recoils.

"Ew daddy." Juliette says in disgust.

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

Sam fingers the salt on the floor and looks up. "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."

Dean looks at the papers covering one wall after placing Jules on the bed.

"What have you got here?" Sam asks.

"Centennial Highway victims."

Sam nods. The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

"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?" Dean pounders.

While Dean talks, Sam looks at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constances' suicide.

Sam turns on another lamp. "Dad figured it out."

Dean turns to look. "What do you mean?"

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

Dean looks at the photos of Constance victims. "You sly dogs."

"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean speaks.

"She might have another weakness." Sam counters.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure."

"He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean tells him.

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam taps the picture of Joseph Welch. The caption says he's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so he must be sixty-four. "If he's still alive."

Sam goes to look at something else. Dean looks at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.

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

Dean starts to walk away when Sam stops him.

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean stops and turns around.

"What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

Dean holds up a hand. "No chick-flick moments."

Sam laughs and nods.

"All right. Jerk."

"Bitch. Bad word baby, don't repeat." Dean tell his daughter.

Sam laughs again. Dean disappears, into the bathroom. Sam notices something, his smile disappearing, and crosses over for a closer look. On the bedside table is a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean and with a Young Sam on Johns' lap. Sam takes the photo off the table and holds it, smiling sadly.

~MOTEL~

Sam paces, holding his phone, and sits down on the bed. A voicemail message is playing.

"Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night..." Jess' voice can be heard.

Dean, clean again, comes out of the bathroom and grabs his jacket. He shrugs it on one shoulder as he crosses the room.

"Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"No."

"Aframian's buying."

Sam still shakes his head.

"Okay then, bug you stay with Sammy until I get back."

"Okay Daddy."

Dean leaves the motel room. He gets the jacket the rest of the way on as he crosses the lot. He looks over and sees a police car, where the Motel Clerk is talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein. The Clerk points at Dean, who turns away and pulls out his cell phone.

Sam is sitting on the bed, still listening to the message. "So come home soon, okay? I love you."

The phone beeps. Sam looks at it and presses a button, then puts it back to his ear.

"What?"

Outside, the Deputies are approaching Dean.

"Dude, five-oh, take off." Dean informs him.

Sam stands up. "What about you?"

"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad and take care of my babygirl until I get this sorted out."

Dean hangs up the phone as the Deputies approach. He turns and grins at them.

"Problem, officers?"

"Where's your partner?" Jaffe asks.

"Partner? What, what partner?" Dean acts confused.

Jaffe glances over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. Hein heads over there.

Sam sees Hein approaching and darts away from the window.

"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" Jaffe questions.

"My boobs." He replies smirking.

Hein slams Dean over the hood of the cop car, while Jaffe reads him his rights.

~SHERIFF'S OFFICE~

Sheriff Piecre enters the room, carrying a box. He sets the box on the table at which Dean sits and goes around the table to face him across it.

The Sheriff ask "So you want to give us your real name?"

"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." Dean replies.

I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."

"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean jokes.

"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." He says causing Dean to look away. "Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect."

"That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three." Dean recounts with.

"I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean."

The Sheriff tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table.

"This his?"

Dean stares at it. The Sheriff sits on the edge of the table. He flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of Johns' motel room.

"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out—I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy."

Dean leans forward for a closer look.

"But I found this, too." Pierce states.

He opens the journal to a page that reads "DEAN 35-111", circled, with nothing else on that page.

"Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." The sheriff tells him.

Dean stares down at the page, then looks up.

~WELCH HOUSE~

Sam turns off the engine as he parks in front of the house that hopefully belongs to Joseph Welch. Turning around he looks at Juliette who is starring at the stranger house in confusion.

"Alright Jules, I have to go talk to someone and it's important so I need you to stay here until I get back okay?"

"Where's Daddy?" She asks noticing the lack of her father.

"Your dad is busy with something but I promise he will meet us soon. Now promise me you'll stay here."

"Okay Uncle Sammy."

Content that his niece was safe Sam walks up to the house. Knocks the chain-link covering a grimy glass window, an old man opens it: it's recognizably Joseph Welch.

"Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asks just to be sure.

"Yeah." He says.

Sam and Joseph are walking down the junk-filled driveway, Joseph holding the photo Sam found in John's motel room .

"Yeah, he was older, but that's him." The man says and hands the photo back to Sam.

"He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter."

"That's right. We're working on a story together." Sam lies.

"Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" Joseph complains.

"About your wife Constance?"

"He asked me where she was buried."

"And where is that again?"

"What, I gotta go through this twice?"

"It's fact-checking. If you don't mind." Sam pleads.

" In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge."

"And why did you move?" Sam wonders.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died."

Sam stops walking. Joseph stops too.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asks.

"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." Joseph reminiscence.

"So you had a happy marriage?" Sam asks but Mr. Welch hesitates before answering.

"Definitely."

"Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time."

Sam turns toward the Impala. Joseph walks away. Sam waits a moment, then looks back up at Joseph.

"Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?"

Joseph turns around. "A what?"

Sam informs him "A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman? It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really."

SAM starts walking towards Mr. Welch.

"Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women."

Sam stops in front of Joseph.

"You understand. But all share the same story."

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph reproaches him.

Joseph walks away but Sam follows.

"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them."

This statement causes Joseph to stop.

"And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." He continues."Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again."

"You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!" Joseph shouts angrily.

"You tell me." Sam challenges.

"I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!"

Josephs' face shakes, whether from anger or grief it's impossible to tell. After a long moment, he turns away and sighs.

~SHERIFF'S OFFICE~

"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo." Dean says frustrated.

Sheriff Pierce is still interrogating Dean over the "DEAN 35-111" page.

"We gonna do this all night long?"

The interrogation is interrupted by a Deputy who comes into the room.

"We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road."

"You have to go to the bathroom?" Pierce asks.

"No."

"Good."

The Sheriff handcuffs Dean to the table and leaves. Dean looks down and notices a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it. Moments later, as the Sheriff and Deputies are gearing up to leave, he is out of the cuffs. Dean watches through the window in the door, ducks out of sight as the Deputy approaches the door, and waits before he climbs down the fire escape, carrying Johns' journal.

~HIGHWAY~

Sam is driving the impala when his phone rings. He pulls it out and answers it. Dean is in a phone booth; apparently his phone was confiscated and he didn't take the time to steal it back.

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Dean jokes on the phone.

"You're welcome." Sam grins.

"Whatever, is Jules safe?"

"Don't worry I've got her. She's napping right now."

Deans' voice gets serious "Listen, we gotta talk."

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean tries to speak but Sam just continues talking.

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

Dean finally gets to speak "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam is now worried.

"Yeah, well, he did this time."

"What's it say?"

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean repeats.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam questions.

"I'm not sure yet." He says.

San tells him "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Sam looks up and slams the brake, dropping the phone as Constance appeared on the road in front of him. The car goes right through her as Sam brings it to a halt.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean cries.

Inside the car, Sam breathes hard. Constance is sitting in the back seat, next to a terrified five year old.

"Take me home." She demands.

"No." Sam denies.

Constance glares and the doors lock themselves. Sam struggles to reopen them. The gas pedal presses down and the car begins to drive itself. Sam tries to steer, but Constance is doing that too. He continues to try to get the door open. In the back seat, the woman in white flickers. The sound of Juliettes' cries can be heard from the backseat.

The car pulls up in front of Constances' house and stops. The engine shuts off and so do the lights.

"Don't do this." Sam tries to plead.

Constance flickers and her voice is sad. "I can never go home."

Sam realizes "You're scared to go home."

Sam looks back but Constance isn't there. He sees Juliette is crying so he tries to soothe her.

"Hey bug it's okay. Your daddy is on his way." That calms her a bit but she starts crying again so he glances around and back and sees Constance in the shotgun seat. She climbs into his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. Sam struggles.

"No leave uncle Sammy alone." Juliette tries to help him but Constance ignores her.

"Hold me. I'm so cold."

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!"

"You will be. Just hold me."

Constance kisses Sam as he continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. Sam looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constances' fingers: she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling all three occupants. Dean approaches, still firing at her. She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears, and Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home."

Sam drives forward as Dean stares after the car. Sam smashes through the side of the house. Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think..."

"Hold on." Dean tells his brother as he moves to open the back door and pulls his daughter out who is crying.

"Shhh...baby. Daddy's got you. Sam can you move?"

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand while holding his daughter tightly.

Constance picks up a large framed photograph seen when she brought Troy here: the woman is Constance the children are presumably hers.

Dean helps Sam out of the car.

"There you go."

Dean closes the car door. They look around and see Constance; she looks up. She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam and Dean, pinning them against the car, thankfully because Juliette is in Deans' arms she is fine.The lights flicker; Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the boy and girl from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus.

"You've come home to us, Mommy."

Constance looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Dean pushes Jules face into his neck so she doesn't see anything. They manage to shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where the three deceased Welch's vanished.

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

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

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy."

He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam laughs through the pain.

Dean places Juliette on hood and checks her over. "You okay baby?" He asks softly.

"I'm hungry." She says making the brothers laugh.

"Yeah, 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 leans over to look at the car.

"I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you."

SAM and Juliette laughs.

~HIGHWAY~

The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight is out.

Sam has the journal open to "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on his lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.

"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam informs him.

"Sounds charming. How far?"Dean say sarcastically.

"About six hundred miles."

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."

Sam looks at him, hesitating. "Dean, I, um..."

Dean glances at the road and back. "You're not going." Dean concludes.

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam reminds him.

Dean nods, disappointed, and returns his attention to the road.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever."

Glancing at Sam he tells him. "I'll take you home."

Sam turns the flashlight off. They drive on.

~APARTMENT~

They pull up in front of the apartment, Dean still frowning. Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window.

"Call me if you find him?" He asks.

Dean doesn't speak just nods his head.

"And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, all right."

Sam looks towards the backseat where his niece is sleeping hugging her ladybug pushing tightly. Dean bought her a pie as a reward for everything that happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. Sam smiles when he sees pie covering the little girl face.

"Is it okay if I call to check in on her. You know keep in touch." Sam wonders.

"Hey man, she may be my daughter but she's your niece too and she misses you alot." Dean says.

Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat.

"Sam?" He calls.

Sam turns back.

"You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

"Yeah."

Both brothers don't say anything. Dean just starts the car and drives off as Sam watches him go and sighs.

As he drives away Dean is overcome by a feeling of dread. He looks at his watch: it is not ticking. He reaches for the steering wheel.

Meanwhile, Sam lets himself into the apartment. Everything is dark and quiet.

"Jess? You home?" He calls but gets no replay.

He notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. Sam picks one up and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running so he sits on the bed, shuts his eyes, and flops onto his back.

Something drips onto his forehead, one drop, then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror, Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the belly.

"No!" He screams.

Jess bursts into flame; the fire spreads across the ceiling.

Suddenly the front door is kicked in and Dean enters.

"Sam!"

Sam raises one arm to shield his face.

"Jess!"

Dean comes running into the bedroom calling his brother. He looks up and sees Jess.

"No! No!" Sam is still paralyzed screaming.

Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way.

"Jess! Jess! No!"

Flames engulf the apartment.

~AFTER THE FIRE~

In a scene much like the end of the flashback, a fire truck is parked outside the building, firemen and police keeping back gawkers. Dean looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looks at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. Sam looks up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

"We got work to do." He says shutting the trunk