𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, supernatural ¹ [ REWRITING ]

⠀ ii | we got work to do

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," Sam read aloud, " 'Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river,' " There was a picture of Constance, a woman with dark, flowing hair a slender face and figure and a beautiful white, cheek to cheek smile.

"Does it say why she did it?"

"Yeah,"

"What?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911," Sam read, "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," he paused, leaning away from the computer as Max stared in horror, "Both die..."

Sighing deeply, Max stared intensely at the photograph of the two children at the bottom of the article, "Oh god," she whispered sadly

Thoughtfully, Dean nodded, "Hm," next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge, the article had a picture of Joseph;

Sylvania Bridge...

The place they had found the car. The place where Troy had died. And Dean had clocked it too.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch.' " Sam continued to rad. Although neither Dean nor Max was paying much attention anymore

"That bridge look familiar to you?"

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⠀  "SO... THIS IS WHERE CONSTANCE TOOK THE SWAN DIVE," Leaning against the railing, Max, Dean and Sam had walked along the bridge to look down at the rapid river. Max looked or the edge and whistled, pitch getting lower as the whistle continued to symbolize someone falling. Sam sighed, taking a step back and glancing over at his siblings

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked, looking over at Dean

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean shrugged, walking further down the bridge as Sam followed. Max folded her arms, following closely behind her brothers although not saying a word

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked, sounding somewhat agitated "Now we keep digging until we find him," Dean replied

"Might take a while," suddenly, Sam stopped walking causing, who, of course, wasn't looking where she was going, to bump into him by accident. Turning to see if she was ok, and getting a quick thumbs-up in response, Sam soon put his attention back on his brother

"Dean, I told you," she sighed, already knowing this was going to end badly, "I've gotta get back by Monday-"

"Monday," Dean spoke on top of him, louder, angrier. He gave a mocking chuckle, "Right. The interview,"

"Yeah," Sam shrugged. He didn't want to upset Dean but it was what it was. He didn't want to miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime and find himself trapped in the hunter's life forever

"Yeah, I forgot," he scoffed, "You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some Lawyer? Marry your girl?" nervously, Max glanced over at Sam, who now seemed pretty infuriated

"Dean-" she warned, but the boys just ignored her

"Why not?"

But instead of answering, Dean decided to hit him where it hurt, "Does Jessica know the truth about you?" clenching his fists, Sam continued to walk forward towards his brother, "I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" seeing him get too close, Max once again stepped forwards to be the man in the middle, pointing at her brothers warningly Max decided to stand in between them