The Winchesters Sister

Constance Part 2

  After I called 911 and said that I heard gunshots down Whiteford Road, Sam and I were driving down the bridge when his phone suddenly rang. He answered the call and put it on speaker. "How's Jamie? She's with you?" Dean asked. "She's here, she's fine," Sam replied.  "So which one of you made the call?" Dean asked. "Me," I said, grinning. "Fake 911 phone call? Jay, I don't know, that's pretty illegal," Dean said sarcastically. "You're welcome," I said and Sam smiled. "Listen, we gotta talk," Dean said. "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," Sam said.  "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean said. "I just can't figure out why they didn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam said. "Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho," Dean said. "What? How do you know?" I asked. "I've got his journal," Dean replied. "He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam said. "Yeah, well, he did this time," Dean said.    Suddenly, I looked up to see Constance appeared on the road in front of us. "SAM!" I shouted. Sam looked up and slammed the brake, as he dropped the phone. The car got right through her as Sam brought it to a half.  "Jay, get out of the car," Sam said, cautiously. "What? No!" I asked confused. "Trust me," He replied. "Get out of the car. Now." "Sam. I'm not getting out! I can take care of myself. I said. I looked back and saw Constance in the back seat. "Take me home," I heard her say.   "Take me home!" Constance hissed. "No," Sam said. Constance glared and my door shut and the doors lock themselves. I tried to wrench the door open. I saw Sam struggled them too. Then the car begin to drive itself. "Sam. I said worriedly. Sam!" I yelled again. 

The car stopped at an old abandoned house. I turned my head and saw Constance on top of Sam. Her face was like a skeleton and she was hurting Sam. All on a sudden Dean shot his gun and Constance's ghost started flickering. Only to make her disappear for a while. "I'm taking you home," I heard Sam growl, and he turned the engine on and the Impala drove, crashing into the house.  "Sam!" Dean yelled and we ran toward the house. "Sam!" I yelled. "You okay?" Sam asked. "I think," I groaned. "Can you move?" Dean asked as he opened the passenger door. "Yeah. Help me," Sam asked.  Dean helped Sam as I opened the car door. I touched my forehead, I was bleeding, then I looked up and I saw Constance. She picked up a photograph that had been thrown from the crash. It was a picture containing a family. It was Constance and her two children.  "Sam, Dean," I spoke, trying to get their attention. Which I did. She looked up and glared throwing the picture to the floor. Suddenly, a dresser came sliding down, pinning us all onto the Impala. The lights started flickering, the house didn't even have electricity anymore. Constance looked around confused. And so did we.  Water began to pour down the staircase, dripping through the sides. Constance looked up, her two children. "You've come home to us, Mommy," They said in an eerie, quiet voice. A distraught look appeared on her face. She backed up, and turned around only to be embraced by her children. Constance let out an ear- piercing scream, obviously in pain. Constance and her children fell into a puddle on the floor. We shoved the dresser away and we made our way toward the spot.  "So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean noted. Sam nodded. "That's why she could never go home," He said. "She was too scared to face them," I said and Sam nodded again. "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," Dean said, giving him a good slap in the chest, where Constance had attacked him. "Ah!" Sam laughed through the pain and I laughed at that.  "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam asked him. "Hey. Saved your ass," Dean replied before looking at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Sam chuckled then stopped when he looked at me. " You alright Jamie?" Sam asked. "Yeah I'm fine." I said.

"Jaime?" Dean walked up to me, and lifted my arm. There was a big gash on the back of my fore arm. "Dean I'm not feeling so well." I said weakly. Dean caught me as I was about to fall, I wasn't unconscious but my head was pounding and everything was blurry.

Dean picked me up and laid me down on the back seat, he left the door open which made it easy to hear what they were saying.
"Sam what the hell was that."Dean said.
"Her head must of hit the dash when I crashed into the house."
"Yea well you didn't think telling to get out would be a smart idea?"
"Dean I did she wouldn't listen." Sam said worriedly.
"That's when you dragged her ass out of the car!" Dean walked to the other side of the car and got in.
"Dean I'm-" Sam tried to say something but didn't finish.

After an hour or so the car was completely quiet. Sam had Dad's journal open to a named "DEAN 35-111" and a map open on his lap and was finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder. "Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." "How far?" Dean asked. Sam looked back at the map. "Um . . . About 600 miles," He informed. Dean nodded, "We could make it by morning," He said. Sam looked up at our brother, "Dean, I, um . . ." Sam hesitantly spoke. "You're not going," I replied sadly, sitting up.  "The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there," Sam said softly. Dean nodded, disappointed just as much as me. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever," He mumbled. He glanced at Sam but then fixed his eyes back on the road. "I'll take you home," He said. Sam looked over at me but I looked out the window.

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After a little while of driving, I saw Sam's apartment coming up into view. Dean parked in front of it and Sam climbed out of the car before turning back, "Call me if you find him?" He asked and Dean nodded in response. "And maybe . . . I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam asked. "Yeah, all right," Dean said with a shrug. Sam glanced at me and then back before he patted the door, as a goodbye.

He turned around as I stared at him, fighting my tears of losing my brother again. "Sam," I called as I climbed out of the car and he turned around halfway. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, which he returned. "When I'm going to see you again?" I asked as I let go. He smiled a little. "Soon," He said. I nodded slowly and looked down."Hey," Sam said. I looked up at him and a tear came down my cheek. He kneeled down in front of me. "I'm going to miss you," I whispered. Sam smiled sadly, "I'll miss you too," He said. "But I promise I will see you soon. I climbed into the passenger seat. I looked at Sam as he got up. "You know, the three of us . . . we made a hell of a team back there," Dean told him. "Yeah," Sam agreed. Dean turned on the engine and we drove off.

Dean let out a sigh, "You okay?" He asked and I nodded, "Yeah," I mumbled before I glanced down at my watch and noticed it didn't worked. "Hey, Dean," I said. "Yeah?" He asked. "My watch, it . . . stopped," I said. Dean looked at me and then slammed the brakes before he make a U-Turn.We arrived at Sam's apartment and saw the apartment was filled with fire. Dean ran inside while I stayed near the car. After a few seconds, Dean get Sam outside and I ran forward. "What happened?" I asked, looking at Dean. "Where's Jessica?"Sam had tears in his eyes and he dropped to the ground, sobbing. I looked back at Dean with a worried look. Dean shook his head. "She's dead."