Selina Winchester (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Pilot Pt. 3

Sam caught me and held me against the edge of the bridge "You ok?"

I only nodded as I was in shock. We climbed up and I realized who was missing. "Dean? Dean!" I shouted I felt tears cloud my vision as I expected the worst.

"What?"

I looked down and saw Dean covered in mud

"Hey! Are you alright?" Sam asked

"I'm super," Dean shouted with sarcasm.

***

Once Dean was back on the bridge he took a look at the car

"Your car alright?" Sam asked

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

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

I backed away from Dean 

"What?" Dean asked

"You smell like a toilet within a sewer system filled with garbage and homeless people," I told him

"Motel it is," Dean said

***

"One room, please," Dean said as he handed the Clerk his card

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The Clerk asked

"What do you mean?" Sam asked

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month," As soon as Dean heard that he ran for the room that the Clerk had noted.

I pushed Dean to the side as I saw him attempting to pick the lock.

"Whoa," Sam said as he stepped inside the room.

Dean picked up a half-eaten burger and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least,"

"Salt, cats-eye shells... he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in," Sam noted as I took a look at the wall that was covered in papers about the Highway victims.

"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?" I questioned

"Dad figured it out," Sam said

I looked at him confused "What do you mean?"

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

Dean looked at the pictures of the victims "You sly dogs," But then I realized something

"Alright, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it," I reasoned

"She might have another weakness,"

"Well, John would want to make sure. 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," Sam noted as he tapped the picture of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive,"

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

"Hey, Dean?" Sam said before Dean walked into the bathroom "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry,"

"No chick-flick moments," I said as both Sam and Dean laughed and Dean, of course, tousled my hair.