Status: In the process of writing out of McKenly's POV.
Wasted
four
The three of us went straight to the library to use on of the computers there. I grabbed a book for myself to read and Dean and Sam sat themselves around the computer. I knew I wasn’t going to be much help because I hated computers. I also wanted to give Sam and Dean their space. Dean didn’t want to show it much but I knew that he enjoyed the time he had with his brother. Sam was going back on Monday and who knew when we were going to see him next. Dean had probably given the search engine several goals that came up empty. I could tell Sam was getting impatient with Dean because Sam ended up pushing his brother’s chair out of the way of the computer so that he could give it a go.
“Dude!” Dean shouted. I shushed him. “Dude.” He said softer and then his Sam in the shoulder. “You’re such a control freak. I laughed at the two of them and returned to my book.
“What if it’s not murder?” I asked, trying to throw them a curve ball. I knew that Dean had only been searching for murders because that is what Rachel told us about the legend. Sam played off of my suggestion.
“That would make sense if angry spirits are born out of violent deaths.” Sam searched one more time replacing the search to come up with suicides instead of murders. “Got it.” Sam said that it was an article about a local woman, Constance Welch, who had jumped off of the bridge in 1981 and drowned in the river. I put my book down and got up, leaning over Sam’s shoulder, putting a hand on the back of his chair. Dean came over and did the same putting his hand over mine. I looked up at him but his gaze remained on the computer screen.
“Does it say why she did it?” He asked.
“Yeah. An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minutes, and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing. Both die.” Dean raised his eyebrows at the article. There was a picture of the husband on the bridge. The same bridge where Troy went missing.
“’Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn’t bear it,’ said husband, Joseph Welch.” I pointed to the bridge in the picture.
“So that’s where were going next, huh?” I questioned and Dean nodded, finally taking his hand off mine. We quickly got back to the Impala and drove over to Centennial Highway by the bridge. We walked down the right side of the bridge and stopped about hallway down it. Dean leaned over the railing to look down at the river.
“So this is where Constance took the swan dive?” I nodded, looking around. Something didn’t feel right to me.
“Do you think that Dad would have been here?” Sam asked, looking over at Dean. Dean nodded.
“Well, he is chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.” Dean continued to walked down the bridge. I tried to keep as closely behind him as I could.
“So now what?”
“Now we have to keep digging until we find him. It could take a while.” Dean said, nonchalantly. Sam stopped walking.
“Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by Monday.” Dean turned around to face his brother and nodded.
“Monday. Right. The interview.” I sighed. Dean really didn’t want him to go and I could hear it in his voice.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I forgot.” He laughed. I could hear it in his voice that he was about to take this conversation a little too far so I put my hand on the inside of his lower arm. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Dean…” I warned.
“You think you’re just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?”
“Maybe. Why not?”
“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about what you’ve done?” Sam took a step closer to his brother.
“No, and she’s not going to know. She doesn’t need to.”
“Well, that’s healthy. You can pretend all that you want, Sammy. But sooner or later, you’re going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turns around to walk further down the bridge. Sam and I followed closely behind him.
“And who am I, Dean?”
“You’re one of us.” He gestured to me and himself.
“I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life.” I stepped up.
“This wasn’t going to be my life either. It wasn’t going to be any of our lives. But it is Sam. You have a responsibility to-”
“To what, McKenly?” he stepped to me. “My father? And his crusade?” Dean stepped closer to me trying to get in between me and Sam. “If it weren’t for the pictures, I wouldn’t even know what my mother looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed them, my mom, your parents…they aren’t coming back.” I was about to punch him, but Dean grabbed Sam’s collar and shoved him against the metal of the bridge.
“Dean! Stop!” I yelled, trying to pull Dean off of Sam, but he only pushed me off. I stumbled backwards.
“Don’t you ever talk about our parents like that!” he said in his face. I looked up to see a woman standing on the bridge railing.
“Dean!”
“What?” he said, looking my way. I pointed to the woman. They turned just in time to see her step off of the ledge. The three of us ran to the railing and looked over. “Where the hell did she go?” I shrugged my shoulders, and Sam couldn’t tell either. Behind us, the engine turned over and the headlights came on. We all stood to the middle of the bridge.
“Who is driving your car?” Sam asked. Dean took out his keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of us. I groaned, something was definitely wrong here. The car jerked forward and began to head towards us at a full speed.
“Dean?” I asked. He looked at me and grabbed my hand, pulling us into a run. Sam pushed us along.
“Go! Go!” he shouted. The car still moved faster than we could run. Dean looked over the edge of the bridge.
“Are you crazy?!” I screamed at him.
“Hope you can swim!” he shouted. The three of us ran to the side and jumped over the railing. I lost my grip on Dean’s hand and fell into the water on my own, banging my head on a rock and losing control of my senses. When I finally regained them, I swam to the surface, taking in a deep breath when I came above water. “Ken!” Dean screamed. I realized how tired I felt as I tried to stay up. but I almost went down again. “McKenly!” he screamed again and then I heard a splashing. I felt his arm wrap around my waist as he pulled me to the edge of the water. I was relieved when I hit the solid ground. I coughed up a little bit of the nasty water and laid down next to Dean, on my back, catching my breath. Dean laughed. “I’m guessing you can’t swim.” I threw my arm over to hit him in the arm.
“Dean?! McKenly!” Dean groaned.
“What?!”
“Hey! You guys alright?” The two of us held up an A-OK with our fingers.
“Super!” Sam laughed, relieved and moved away from the edge. Dean and I climbed our way back onto the bridge. He insisted on looking under the hood of his car, just to check it out.
“Everything alright?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems alright now.” He slammed the hood down. “That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean yelled.
“Obviously she doesn’t want us digging around, that’s for sure. So where’s the job go from here?” I shrugged. The three of us leaned against the hood, completely out of ideas. Sam sniffed the air.
“You guys smell.” He stated. Dean and I looked at each other.
“We need a motel.” I said, and the boys nodded. After much protest from Dean, we took the car to a near-by hotel. The three of us went in to get the room. I was nervous for anyone to go alone ever since the last time. Dean placed the card on the counter.
“One room, please.” Dean, smiled through the dirt, at the clerk. The clerk picked up the card and looked at the name.
“Are you guys having a reunion or something?” I furrowed my brow.
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
“I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month.” The clerk said, enthusiastically.
“Yeah, that’s our dad. We’re here for a cousin’s wedding.”
“Will you be needing that room then?” the clerk asked.
“Nah, we’ll just go on over there and say hi.” He told us the room number and I thanked him and stood back and walking toward the door out. When I got to the door I got down on my knees, and found a bobby pin in my hair. I quickly picked the lock, while Dean and Sam were keeping watch. I pulled the two into the room and we all looked around. There were books and scattered papers everywhere. Papers and maps pinned to the wall.
“Whoa…” Sam breathed. Dean turned on one of the lights and noticed there was a burger sitting on a table. He sniffed it and made a face. I laughed at him.
“That thing probably smells as bad as you.” I told him.
“And you.” He pointed out.
“Right. I call shower.” I said, quickly. The two of us moved to the bathroom, but I snuck by him putting my back on the door, facing Dean. “Ha ha.” I joked, smiling at him. I opened the door, went in and closed the door. I quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes. I could hear the boys talking in the room, but I didn’t strain to listen. I just wanted a relaxing shower. When I came out the boys were calling each other names, I rolled my eyes at their stupidity. As I came out, I felt Dean’s hand graze across mine. I looked back only to see him close the bathroom door. I saw Sam walk over to the mirror where a picture was stuck in the frame. I looked at it from a little behind it. It was the four of us: Me, Dean, Sam, and John. It was winter and we were all bundled up in jackets and hats. John was holding Dean and Dean had an arm around my shoulders. I smiled.
“I remember that.” I said to Sam. He looked back at me and nodded. “I wonder who was taking the picture.” I thought. Sam shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m sorry about what I said, Ken.” He said, not looking from the picture. I shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.” I waved it off, turning to sit on the bed, against the headboard. Sam put the picture in his pocket and faced me sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Really. That was crap of me.”
“I said it was okay Sam. I’m not all for these heart-to-hearts.” I said, smiling. Sam laughed to himself.
“Alright. We good?” I nodded, laying my head down on the pillow and closing my eyes. I didn’t realize how tired I was as I quickly fell asleep.
~
I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it.
“Hello?” I said, groggily.
“McKenly, wake up. There are cops out here, take off.” I said up and rubbed my eyes. Sam was still on the edge of the bed with his phone up to his ear.
“What about you?” I asked. “I won’t leave you.”
“I’ll be fine. They already spotted me. Take Sam. Go find my dad.”
“Dean…”
“Just do it, alright?” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. I was about to agree, but before I could, the line went dead. I groaned, getting up to look out the window.
“What was that?” Sam asked. I saw Dean was talking to the deputies and cursed.
“Five-oh. We gotta go.”
“What about Dean?” he asked.
“I’ll figure something out.” I grabbed my bag and pulled him up. “Now, let’s go.” I said, opening the window to climb out. Sam and I waited until the cops were gone and went around the building to get to the Impala. I got in the driver’s seat and drove away from the motel. “So what was all that all over the walls?” I asked Sam.
“It was the case. Dad figured out that Constance was the woman in white. It’s a spirit that comes back to haunt those men who were unfaithful.”
“Do you think that Connie’s husband was unfaithful?”
“Only one way to find out.” I nodded. Sam found out where he lives and that was where I drove to. We got there and I knocked on the door.
“Hi.” I said. “Are you Joseph Welch?”
“Yeah.” He said.
“Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” he shook his head, and stepped outside of his house.
“Have you seen this man?” Sam asked, pulling out the picture that we found at the motel.
“Yeah, he was older, but that’s him.” He handed Sam back the photo. “He came by maybe three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter.”
“That’s right.” I chimed in. “We’re all working on a story together.”
“Well, I don’t know what the hell kinda story you’re working on.” Joseph grumbled, shaking his head. “The questions he asked me…” he trailed off.
“About your late wife, Constance?” I asked softly. The man thought, thinking about to his interview with John.
“He asked me where she was buried.”
“And where is that again?” Sam asked, I shot him a look telling him to back off.
“What? I gotta go through this twice?” I rolled my eyes at Sam who had pushed things too far.
“He’s only checking facts. We need to make sure that we get the same accurate information.” Joseph nodded, taking my excuse as truth.
“In a plot. She’s buried behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” I nodded.
“Can I ask why you moved.” I could tell things were starting to get very emotional for the man.
“I’m…I couldn’t live in the house where my children died.” The three of us stopped walking.
“Mr. Welch,” I started, “did you ever marry again?” he shook his head.
“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. She was the prettiest woman I ever known.”
“So the two of you, you had a happy marriage?” I inferred, but Joseph panicked and hesitated.
“Definitely.” I smiled at him.
“Well, that should do it. Thank you for your time, Mr. Welch.” I pulled Sam to the Impala so that he wouldn’t say anything else stupid. Joseph started to walk back to his house. I parted from Sam to go to our separate sides of the car. Then I saw the look on his face. “Sam, don’t.” I whispered.
“Mr. Welch?” Joseph turned around to face us.
“Sam…” I warned.
“Did you ever hear of a woman in white?”
“A what?” the man asked.
“A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman?” Joseph didn’t say anything. “It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” He walked closer to Joseph. I just leaned against the car, with my arms crossed over my chest. He was too far into it to stop now. “Um, they’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.” Sam stopped standing in front of Mr. Welch. “You understand. But they all share the same story.”
“Boy I don’t care much for nonsense.” Joseph started to walk away, but Sam only followed him.
“Seem when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.” Joseph stopped. “And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. “Joseph turned around with an angry look on his face. “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…” Joseph started. “You think that this has something to do with Constance? You smartass!” I sighed.
“You tell me.” I shook my head at Sam’s stubbornness.
“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!” Joseph shook his head, angry and grief-stricken. He turned away and stalked into his house. Sam made his way back to the passenger side of the car and the both of us got in.
“That was risky, Sammy.” I told him starting the car.
“I got the information, didn’t I?” I nodded.
“Yes, but that guy is a person. And you just beat the crap outta his emotions. You coulda been a little nicer to him.”
“If I were nicer, I wouldn’t have found out that he had been unfaithful to Constance. Then we wouldn’t have proof that she was who is killing those men.” I rolled my eyes and pulled out of Joseph Welch’s driveway. “We need to get Dean outta there. We need him.” I nodded.
“Call in a fake 911. He’ll get himself outta there.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re willing to emotionally destroy a person but you can’t prank call the cops. Damn, Sammy.” I smiled at him. He made the call and I continued to drive back into town. We drove for about ten minutes before my cell phone rang. I smiled and answered it.
“Hi, Dean.”
“I am such a bad influence on you. Fake 911 calls are pretty illegal.” I laughed.
“It was Sammy who made the call. I just came up with the idea. Figured you could get yourself outta there.”
“You’re smart, Ken. I gotta hand it to you. But we gotta talk.
“Alright well, talk to Sam. You want me to crash your car?”
“No, Ken, wai-” I handed the phone to Sam and he filled Dean in on everything that went on over at the Welch residence. Dean told him about his father’s journal and how John wasn’t in Jericho anymore, but he left coordinates for us.
“Where to?” Sam asked. There was a short pause for Dean’s answer. “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?” Out of nowhere Constance appeared in front of me. “Ken!” Sam screamed. I slammed on the brakes and Sam dropped the phone. I drove right through her as the car went to a halt. Sam and I were both breathing heavily. I looked in the rearview mirror and jumped when I saw her sitting here.
“Take me home.”
“Dude!” Dean shouted. I shushed him. “Dude.” He said softer and then his Sam in the shoulder. “You’re such a control freak. I laughed at the two of them and returned to my book.
“What if it’s not murder?” I asked, trying to throw them a curve ball. I knew that Dean had only been searching for murders because that is what Rachel told us about the legend. Sam played off of my suggestion.
“That would make sense if angry spirits are born out of violent deaths.” Sam searched one more time replacing the search to come up with suicides instead of murders. “Got it.” Sam said that it was an article about a local woman, Constance Welch, who had jumped off of the bridge in 1981 and drowned in the river. I put my book down and got up, leaning over Sam’s shoulder, putting a hand on the back of his chair. Dean came over and did the same putting his hand over mine. I looked up at him but his gaze remained on the computer screen.
“Does it say why she did it?” He asked.
“Yeah. An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minutes, and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing. Both die.” Dean raised his eyebrows at the article. There was a picture of the husband on the bridge. The same bridge where Troy went missing.
“’Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn’t bear it,’ said husband, Joseph Welch.” I pointed to the bridge in the picture.
“So that’s where were going next, huh?” I questioned and Dean nodded, finally taking his hand off mine. We quickly got back to the Impala and drove over to Centennial Highway by the bridge. We walked down the right side of the bridge and stopped about hallway down it. Dean leaned over the railing to look down at the river.
“So this is where Constance took the swan dive?” I nodded, looking around. Something didn’t feel right to me.
“Do you think that Dad would have been here?” Sam asked, looking over at Dean. Dean nodded.
“Well, he is chasing the same story and we’re chasing him.” Dean continued to walked down the bridge. I tried to keep as closely behind him as I could.
“So now what?”
“Now we have to keep digging until we find him. It could take a while.” Dean said, nonchalantly. Sam stopped walking.
“Dean, I told you, I’ve gotta get back by Monday.” Dean turned around to face his brother and nodded.
“Monday. Right. The interview.” I sighed. Dean really didn’t want him to go and I could hear it in his voice.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I forgot.” He laughed. I could hear it in his voice that he was about to take this conversation a little too far so I put my hand on the inside of his lower arm. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Dean…” I warned.
“You think you’re just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?”
“Maybe. Why not?”
“Does Jessica know the truth about you? Does she know about what you’ve done?” Sam took a step closer to his brother.
“No, and she’s not going to know. She doesn’t need to.”
“Well, that’s healthy. You can pretend all that you want, Sammy. But sooner or later, you’re going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turns around to walk further down the bridge. Sam and I followed closely behind him.
“And who am I, Dean?”
“You’re one of us.” He gestured to me and himself.
“I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life.” I stepped up.
“This wasn’t going to be my life either. It wasn’t going to be any of our lives. But it is Sam. You have a responsibility to-”
“To what, McKenly?” he stepped to me. “My father? And his crusade?” Dean stepped closer to me trying to get in between me and Sam. “If it weren’t for the pictures, I wouldn’t even know what my mother looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed them, my mom, your parents…they aren’t coming back.” I was about to punch him, but Dean grabbed Sam’s collar and shoved him against the metal of the bridge.
“Dean! Stop!” I yelled, trying to pull Dean off of Sam, but he only pushed me off. I stumbled backwards.
“Don’t you ever talk about our parents like that!” he said in his face. I looked up to see a woman standing on the bridge railing.
“Dean!”
“What?” he said, looking my way. I pointed to the woman. They turned just in time to see her step off of the ledge. The three of us ran to the railing and looked over. “Where the hell did she go?” I shrugged my shoulders, and Sam couldn’t tell either. Behind us, the engine turned over and the headlights came on. We all stood to the middle of the bridge.
“Who is driving your car?” Sam asked. Dean took out his keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of us. I groaned, something was definitely wrong here. The car jerked forward and began to head towards us at a full speed.
“Dean?” I asked. He looked at me and grabbed my hand, pulling us into a run. Sam pushed us along.
“Go! Go!” he shouted. The car still moved faster than we could run. Dean looked over the edge of the bridge.
“Are you crazy?!” I screamed at him.
“Hope you can swim!” he shouted. The three of us ran to the side and jumped over the railing. I lost my grip on Dean’s hand and fell into the water on my own, banging my head on a rock and losing control of my senses. When I finally regained them, I swam to the surface, taking in a deep breath when I came above water. “Ken!” Dean screamed. I realized how tired I felt as I tried to stay up. but I almost went down again. “McKenly!” he screamed again and then I heard a splashing. I felt his arm wrap around my waist as he pulled me to the edge of the water. I was relieved when I hit the solid ground. I coughed up a little bit of the nasty water and laid down next to Dean, on my back, catching my breath. Dean laughed. “I’m guessing you can’t swim.” I threw my arm over to hit him in the arm.
“Dean?! McKenly!” Dean groaned.
“What?!”
“Hey! You guys alright?” The two of us held up an A-OK with our fingers.
“Super!” Sam laughed, relieved and moved away from the edge. Dean and I climbed our way back onto the bridge. He insisted on looking under the hood of his car, just to check it out.
“Everything alright?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems alright now.” He slammed the hood down. “That Constance chick, what a bitch!” Dean yelled.
“Obviously she doesn’t want us digging around, that’s for sure. So where’s the job go from here?” I shrugged. The three of us leaned against the hood, completely out of ideas. Sam sniffed the air.
“You guys smell.” He stated. Dean and I looked at each other.
“We need a motel.” I said, and the boys nodded. After much protest from Dean, we took the car to a near-by hotel. The three of us went in to get the room. I was nervous for anyone to go alone ever since the last time. Dean placed the card on the counter.
“One room, please.” Dean, smiled through the dirt, at the clerk. The clerk picked up the card and looked at the name.
“Are you guys having a reunion or something?” I furrowed my brow.
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
“I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month.” The clerk said, enthusiastically.
“Yeah, that’s our dad. We’re here for a cousin’s wedding.”
“Will you be needing that room then?” the clerk asked.
“Nah, we’ll just go on over there and say hi.” He told us the room number and I thanked him and stood back and walking toward the door out. When I got to the door I got down on my knees, and found a bobby pin in my hair. I quickly picked the lock, while Dean and Sam were keeping watch. I pulled the two into the room and we all looked around. There were books and scattered papers everywhere. Papers and maps pinned to the wall.
“Whoa…” Sam breathed. Dean turned on one of the lights and noticed there was a burger sitting on a table. He sniffed it and made a face. I laughed at him.
“That thing probably smells as bad as you.” I told him.
“And you.” He pointed out.
“Right. I call shower.” I said, quickly. The two of us moved to the bathroom, but I snuck by him putting my back on the door, facing Dean. “Ha ha.” I joked, smiling at him. I opened the door, went in and closed the door. I quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes. I could hear the boys talking in the room, but I didn’t strain to listen. I just wanted a relaxing shower. When I came out the boys were calling each other names, I rolled my eyes at their stupidity. As I came out, I felt Dean’s hand graze across mine. I looked back only to see him close the bathroom door. I saw Sam walk over to the mirror where a picture was stuck in the frame. I looked at it from a little behind it. It was the four of us: Me, Dean, Sam, and John. It was winter and we were all bundled up in jackets and hats. John was holding Dean and Dean had an arm around my shoulders. I smiled.
“I remember that.” I said to Sam. He looked back at me and nodded. “I wonder who was taking the picture.” I thought. Sam shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m sorry about what I said, Ken.” He said, not looking from the picture. I shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.” I waved it off, turning to sit on the bed, against the headboard. Sam put the picture in his pocket and faced me sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Really. That was crap of me.”
“I said it was okay Sam. I’m not all for these heart-to-hearts.” I said, smiling. Sam laughed to himself.
“Alright. We good?” I nodded, laying my head down on the pillow and closing my eyes. I didn’t realize how tired I was as I quickly fell asleep.
~
I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it.
“Hello?” I said, groggily.
“McKenly, wake up. There are cops out here, take off.” I said up and rubbed my eyes. Sam was still on the edge of the bed with his phone up to his ear.
“What about you?” I asked. “I won’t leave you.”
“I’ll be fine. They already spotted me. Take Sam. Go find my dad.”
“Dean…”
“Just do it, alright?” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. I was about to agree, but before I could, the line went dead. I groaned, getting up to look out the window.
“What was that?” Sam asked. I saw Dean was talking to the deputies and cursed.
“Five-oh. We gotta go.”
“What about Dean?” he asked.
“I’ll figure something out.” I grabbed my bag and pulled him up. “Now, let’s go.” I said, opening the window to climb out. Sam and I waited until the cops were gone and went around the building to get to the Impala. I got in the driver’s seat and drove away from the motel. “So what was all that all over the walls?” I asked Sam.
“It was the case. Dad figured out that Constance was the woman in white. It’s a spirit that comes back to haunt those men who were unfaithful.”
“Do you think that Connie’s husband was unfaithful?”
“Only one way to find out.” I nodded. Sam found out where he lives and that was where I drove to. We got there and I knocked on the door.
“Hi.” I said. “Are you Joseph Welch?”
“Yeah.” He said.
“Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” he shook his head, and stepped outside of his house.
“Have you seen this man?” Sam asked, pulling out the picture that we found at the motel.
“Yeah, he was older, but that’s him.” He handed Sam back the photo. “He came by maybe three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter.”
“That’s right.” I chimed in. “We’re all working on a story together.”
“Well, I don’t know what the hell kinda story you’re working on.” Joseph grumbled, shaking his head. “The questions he asked me…” he trailed off.
“About your late wife, Constance?” I asked softly. The man thought, thinking about to his interview with John.
“He asked me where she was buried.”
“And where is that again?” Sam asked, I shot him a look telling him to back off.
“What? I gotta go through this twice?” I rolled my eyes at Sam who had pushed things too far.
“He’s only checking facts. We need to make sure that we get the same accurate information.” Joseph nodded, taking my excuse as truth.
“In a plot. She’s buried behind my old place over on Breckenridge.” I nodded.
“Can I ask why you moved.” I could tell things were starting to get very emotional for the man.
“I’m…I couldn’t live in the house where my children died.” The three of us stopped walking.
“Mr. Welch,” I started, “did you ever marry again?” he shook his head.
“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. She was the prettiest woman I ever known.”
“So the two of you, you had a happy marriage?” I inferred, but Joseph panicked and hesitated.
“Definitely.” I smiled at him.
“Well, that should do it. Thank you for your time, Mr. Welch.” I pulled Sam to the Impala so that he wouldn’t say anything else stupid. Joseph started to walk back to his house. I parted from Sam to go to our separate sides of the car. Then I saw the look on his face. “Sam, don’t.” I whispered.
“Mr. Welch?” Joseph turned around to face us.
“Sam…” I warned.
“Did you ever hear of a woman in white?”
“A what?” the man asked.
“A woman in white. Or sometimes a weeping woman?” Joseph didn’t say anything. “It’s a ghost story. Well, it’s more of a phenomenon, really.” He walked closer to Joseph. I just leaned against the car, with my arms crossed over my chest. He was too far into it to stop now. “Um, they’re spirits. They’ve been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.” Sam stopped standing in front of Mr. Welch. “You understand. But they all share the same story.”
“Boy I don’t care much for nonsense.” Joseph started to walk away, but Sam only followed him.
“Seem when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.” Joseph stopped. “And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children. “Joseph turned around with an angry look on his face. “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…” Joseph started. “You think that this has something to do with Constance? You smartass!” I sighed.
“You tell me.” I shook my head at Sam’s stubbornness.
“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!” Joseph shook his head, angry and grief-stricken. He turned away and stalked into his house. Sam made his way back to the passenger side of the car and the both of us got in.
“That was risky, Sammy.” I told him starting the car.
“I got the information, didn’t I?” I nodded.
“Yes, but that guy is a person. And you just beat the crap outta his emotions. You coulda been a little nicer to him.”
“If I were nicer, I wouldn’t have found out that he had been unfaithful to Constance. Then we wouldn’t have proof that she was who is killing those men.” I rolled my eyes and pulled out of Joseph Welch’s driveway. “We need to get Dean outta there. We need him.” I nodded.
“Call in a fake 911. He’ll get himself outta there.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re willing to emotionally destroy a person but you can’t prank call the cops. Damn, Sammy.” I smiled at him. He made the call and I continued to drive back into town. We drove for about ten minutes before my cell phone rang. I smiled and answered it.
“Hi, Dean.”
“I am such a bad influence on you. Fake 911 calls are pretty illegal.” I laughed.
“It was Sammy who made the call. I just came up with the idea. Figured you could get yourself outta there.”
“You’re smart, Ken. I gotta hand it to you. But we gotta talk.
“Alright well, talk to Sam. You want me to crash your car?”
“No, Ken, wai-” I handed the phone to Sam and he filled Dean in on everything that went on over at the Welch residence. Dean told him about his father’s journal and how John wasn’t in Jericho anymore, but he left coordinates for us.
“Where to?” Sam asked. There was a short pause for Dean’s answer. “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?” Out of nowhere Constance appeared in front of me. “Ken!” Sam screamed. I slammed on the brakes and Sam dropped the phone. I drove right through her as the car went to a halt. Sam and I were both breathing heavily. I looked in the rearview mirror and jumped when I saw her sitting here.
“Take me home.”