Harry!!!
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In the library, Sam and Deanna sat in front of a computer screen, a web browser open to the archive search page of the Jericho Herald. The older Winchester typed in 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' and clicked Go.
Nothing happened.
She entered in 'Hitchhiking' and 'Centennial Highway' and still nothing.
Sam sat beside her watching his sister fail. Having enough he then huffed, "Let me try."
The blonde smacked away his hand, "I got it."
The younger Winchester irked an eyebrow and pushed away Deanna's roller chair, taking over the computer.
"Dude!" She complained, slapping his shoulder with an angered pout, "You're such a control freak."
Unfazed, Sam just focussed on the screen, "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?"
His sister sighed and folded her arms, "Yeah."
"Well, maybe it's not murder." He said, replacing 'Murder' with 'Suicide.' And an article appeared.
'Suicide on Centennial'.
Deanna looked at her brother as he clicked it open. Skimming it over, Sam then said, "This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" The blonde asked, making a confused face.
"Yeah." The younger Winchester answered.
"What?"
"An hour before they found her, she calls 911," Sam stated, "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."
Humming, Deanna rose her eyebrows.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam read off the article.
"This bridge look familiar to you?" The blonde asked.
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Deanna and Sam walked along the Sylvania Bridge then stopped midway, leaning over the railing to look down at the river.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive." The Winchester said.
Her brother looked at her, "So you think Dad would have been here?"
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Deanna shrugged and kept walking with Sam close behind her.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while."
The younger Winchester stopped in his tracks, "Deanna, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"
Hiding her hurt and disappointment, the dirty blonde just nodded slowly, "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 shrugged, "Maybe. Why not?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Deanna asked, "I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
Her brother took a step closer, "No, and she's not ever going to know."
"Well, that's healthy," Deanna scoffed sarcastically, "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
She turned around and kept walking. Actually, it was more of a strut than a walk. And Sam continued to follow, "And who's that?"
"You're one of us, baby bro."
Her brother raced forward to get in front of Deanna, who rose an eyebrow at him.
"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."
She scoffed, "You have a responsibility to-"
"To Dad?" Sam began to rant, "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."
Deanna grabbed his collar and slammed against the railing of the bridge, her jaw clenched with fire in her eyes. Silence filled the night and the blonde almost growled, "Don't talk about her like that."
She dropped him and started to walk away when she spotted Constance, standing on the edge of the bridge. Her eyes widened, "Sam..."
Her brother moved next to her and Constance looked to them before taking a step off the edge. Both the Winchesters raced over to the railing and look over.
"Where'd she go?" Deanna said with a frown creasing her brow.
"I don't know..."
The sudden purr of the Impala's engine yanked their attention to the car, it's headlights on.
"What the-" The blonde started, but Sam interrupted, "Who's driving your car?"
Deanna pulled the car keys out of her pocket and jingled them in front of their faces. Her brother stared at them for a second when the Impala jerked forward, speeding straight for them.
They both turned and raced away with the car right behind them, closing in fast.
"Deanna? Go! Go!"
The Impala was closing in on them when the Winchesters dove over the railing, the car coming to a stop.
Sam pulled himself up onto the bridge, having grabbed the edge to hang on. Standing up, he looked around in a panic, "Deanna? Deanna!"
A very pissed woman's voice then yelled, "What?"
"Hey! Are you all right?"
Filthy and covered in muck, the older Winchester crawled out of the water and flopped onto the muddy bank, panting. She held up an A-OK sign, "I'm super."
The younger laughed shakily, trailing away from the railing, relieved to see his sister alive.
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Deanna shut the hood of her car and leant on it, looking at her brother.
"Your car alright?"
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now," the blonde stated with a huff before she yelled out, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"
Sam nodded, "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?"
He settled next to his sister, who threw up her arms, frustrated, then flicked off the mud on her hands. Sam took a sniff and a disgusted expression settled on his face as he looked at Deanna, "You smell like a toilet."
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"One room, please," Deanna said, the mud on her skin now dry, with Sam standing right behind her.
The man at the desk picked up and looked at the MasterCard, "You guys having a reunion or something?"
The younger Winchester frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month."
Deanna tilted her head and looked back at Sam.
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The older Winchester watched the parking lot, standing behind her brother, as he picked at the lock of a motel door. It clicked open and Sam quickly hid the picks and stood up. She didn't even notice he was done until Sam grabbed her shoulder and yanked her inside the room. The Winchester brother then shut the door behind Deanna.
"Whoa." Sam said as the two stared. The room was covered with maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. Books were scattered on the desk and other junk was strewn across the floor and the bed.
Deanna turned on a light by the bed and made a face at the half-eaten hamburger sitting there, picking it up to take a sniff.
Sam stepped over a line of salt on the floor as his sister jerked back from the rotten food, disgusted, "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least."
Her brother fingers the salt on the floor and looks up, "Salt, cats-eye shells..." The younger Winchester pointed out, "he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in."
His sister kept looking over the papers on the walls when Sam asked her, "What have you got here?"
'Centennial Highway victims.' She answered, to which he nodded.
"I don't get it." Deanna said, making a confused face, "I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
"Dad figured it out." Sam said, finding the article among some of the papers taped on the wall. He turned on another lamp and Deanna turned to look.
"What do you mean?"
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."
The dirty blonde smirked, as she looked at Constance's victims, "You sly dogs."
She turned back to Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness."
"Well, Dad would want to make sure," Deanna crossed to Sam, "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," the younger Winchester suggested, tapping a picture of Joseph Welch, "If he's still alive."
Deanna looked at the article, then said, "All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up."
The blonde started to walked when Sam stopped her, "Hey, Deanna?"
She looked at him as he tried to apologize, "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."
The older Winchester held up her hand with an unimpressed face, "No chick-flick moments."
Sam chuckled and nodded his head, "Alright. Jerk."
"Bitch." Deanna shot back, making her brother laugh again.
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The older Winchester walked out of the bathroom to find her brother on his phone. She shrugged on a shoulder of her jacket as she crossed 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?"
Sam shook his head, eyes still on his phone, "No."
Deanna flashed her card, "Aframian's buying."
"Mm-mm." Sam said, shaking his head again.
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Walking out of the motel room, Deanna pulled on the other shoulder of her jacket and crossed the lot. She looked over to see a police car where the guy from the front desk was talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein. The guy pointed at her, who quickly turned away a bubble of panic building in her chest. She pulled out her cellphone.
'What?' Sam answered.
Her eyes flickered over to the approaching deputies, "Dude, five-oh, take off."
'What about you?' Her brother asked, worried.
Deanna made a face, "Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad."
She hung and spun around to grin the deputies now right in front of her, "Problem, officers?"
"Where's your partner?" One asked.
The older Winchester made a face, playing the role of a dumb blonde, "Partner? What, what partner?"
The officer looked over his shoulder and flicked his thumb over at the room, the other deputy headed over.
Deanna bit the inside of her cheek.
"So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
She grinned and waggled her eyebrows, "My boobs."
The blonde grunted as the deputy slammed Deanna over the hood of the cop car, "Hey, hey. Gentle. I am a lady."
"You have the right to remain silent-"
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Carrying a cardboard box, Sheriff Pierce entered the interrogation room where Deanna sat at the table. He moved around to face her and put the box down.
"So you want to give us your real name?"
The Winchester gave him an innocent look, "I told you, it's Nugent. Tess Nugent."
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here." The sheriff said, unimpressed.
"We talkin', like, misdemeanour kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" Deanna snarked.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Lady, you are officially a suspect."
The blonde scoffed and gave him a look, "That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three."
"I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Deanna."
The Sheriff dropped a brown leather-covered journal on the table in front of her, "This his?"
The older Winchester stared, frozen with shock.
As he rifled through it, revealing newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, the Sheriff continued, "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."
Deanna swallowed and leaned closer to look at it.
"But I found this, too." He opened the journal to a page that read 'Deanna 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 blonde stared at the page then looked back him "It's my high school locker combo."
"We gonna do this all night long?"
An officer then leant into the room, "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road."
The sheriff looked at her, "You have to go to the bathroom?"
Confused, Deanna said, "No."
"Good." The Sheriff handcuffed her to the table before abandoning her.
The blonde glared after him as he shut the door. The Winchester then spotted a paper clip poking out of the journal.
Deanna's tongue stuck out slightly as she picked at her handcuffs when the door suddenly clicked open.
"-in luck, Winchester. Your lawyer's here."
Confused, the blonde narrowed her eyes at the cop, "I didn't call for a law-"
"Thank you, officer. I'll be sure to call when we're done here," a deep British voice entered the room. One that made her heart swell and her stomach clench.
Electrified emerald eyes met her hazel green.
They glimmered with mischief and laughter, but Deanna could see that heartbroken tinge in the depth of his soul. She had always loved that about his eyes. They were so expressive. But right now, she hated it. Hated seeing the pain that she had caused.
"Harry..." The Winchester murmured, shoulders slumping from relief or defeat, she didn't know.
The once boy who lived, now man who conquered smiled softly at her, "Dee."
Deanna had to admit seeing the man who stole her heart, wearing a tailored suit that defined his muscled body and knowing she was handcuffed to a table... did things to her.
"Caught again, I see." A tinge of amusement in his voice.
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The policeman closed the door behind him and Harry Potter sat down in front of his 'client' Deanna Winchester. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he spotted what was lying open between them.
"John's journal."
The hunter nodded slowly, "Yeah."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
Deanna nodded again and watched behind him as the Sheriff and Deputy leave. The blonde huffed as she continued to pick at her cuffs, ignoring Harry's smirk of amusement.
He then ran a hand over the chains, his warm skin brushing against her's, and the handcuffs unlocked.
She rubbed her wrists and narrowed her eyes at him slightly.
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Both of them stood in an alley, John's journal in Deanna's hands. She went to pull out her phone to call Sam, but rolled her eyes, having forgotten to steal it back. The blonde moved to a phone booth when Harry produced a phone out of thin air right in front of her face. Her phone.
"Stop it." Deanna growled at him, growing more annoyed and more angry by the second. She snatched the device from her... husband's... hand and dialled Sam's number.
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal."
Harry let his eyes roam the blonde's body. She looked good from the last time he'd seen her. The Master of Death had missed her.
'You're welcome.' Sam said, a grin in his voice.
"Listen, we gotta talk." Deanna said back, ignoring Harry's existence, trying to not think about the heavy gaze he had pinned right on her.
'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.'
The blonde huffed and grabbed her hair, "Sammy, would you shut up for a second?"
'I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.'
"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
'What? How do you know?'
As if he could see it for himself, Deanna waved it around, "I've got his journal."
'He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.' Sam said, to which Harry snorted. He had said the exact same thing.
Deanna glared at the raven-haired man, "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."
'Coordinates.' The younger Winchester said, knowingly, 'Where to?'
"I'm not sure yet."
'I don't understand.' Sam said, 'I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Deanna, what the hell is going on?'
The sound of tires screeching to a halt snatched Harry and Deanna's attention, "Sam? Sam!"
Heavy pants belonging to her brother was all they could hear, until a wispy, feminine voice said, 'Take me home.'
The phone cut out and the blonde looked panicked. Her breathing began to speed up until Harry took her chin in his hand, "Calm down, Dee. You have to calm down."
"Oh yeah! I'm totally calm right now, you son of a bitch!! Seeing you and then this thing kidnapping my brother! I'm just peach-"
Deanna was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers. Almost immediately her body melted into his, gripping the jacket of his suit to pull him even closer. Harry's hands had moved to her cheeks when he pulled away.
Her eyes were closed when she asked, "Why did you do that?"
"So you'd stop thinking for a second and come up with a plan like you always do."
The dirty blonde finally opened her eyes to stare at him, "I usually wing it. Sammy's the one with the plan."
Harry grinned and pulled out his keys from his pocket, showing her a small charm of a motorcycle, "Then let's wing it."
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Deanna scrambled off the bike that she had loved taking rides on with Harry. Spotting the Impala and Constance straddling Sam, the dirty blonde fired a shot at the window smashing it. Both the woman in white and her brother turned her way.
Sam sat back quickly as the older Winchester fired again, this time making Constance vanish with a glare. Not taking any chances though, she kept firing until the ghost disappeared again.
Her brother finally sat up and started the car, "I'm taking you home."
Harry and Deanna watched in shock as Sam sped the Impala right through the side of the old house. Both quickly followed.
"Sam! Sam! You okay?" The dirty blonde was quick to yell, running for the car.
"I think..." he groaned.
Harry leant forward, "Can you move?"
The younger Winchester looked at him, "Yeah. Help me?"
The green-eyed man stretched through the window to give Sam a hand while Deanna watched Constance pick a large photo frame. One of her and two children.
Sam stumbled out of the car, Harry having a good grip on him.
"There you go." He said, slamming shut the door.
Now out of the car, her brother stood on Deanna's left side, while Harry stood on her right, them all watching Constance. She suddenly looks up to glare at them, throwing the picture to the ground. A bureau then rushed forward, pinning the three of them to the car.
The wizard struggled to get his wand from his boot and Deanna her gun, when the lights flickered, making Constance have a flicker of fear cross her face. Water then began to pour down the stairs. She wandered over to look up the staircase, to find the boy and girl from the photograph.
They take each other's hand and in unison say, "You've come home to us, Mummy."
Harry huffed quietly, his longish hair falling into his eyes, "And that's not creepy at all."
Sam snorted softly.
Constance looked at them, distraught and suddenly the children appear behind and wrap her up in their arms. She shrieked, her body flickering and with a blast of light, her and the children collapse into a puddle of water.
The three of them managed to shove the bureau away and walked over the small stain of on the worn-out carpet.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Deanna said, stating the obvious.
Sam nodded, "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."
The tall Winchester then turned to Harry, "And you are?"
The raven-haired man stuck out a hand, his left hand that showed his wedding rings, "I'm Harry. Just Harry."
Deanna's brother's eyes widened when he saw them and shook it anyway, "I'm Sam."
"I know."
"You found her weak spot," The dirty blonde interrupted, "Nice work, Sammy."
Sam let go of Harry's hand to face his sister, having every intention to get to know his brother in law, when Deanna suddenly slapped his chest. Right where Constance had got him.
Her brother laughed painfully, "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"I would like to know as well," Harry said, raising an eyebrow as he shoved his hands in pockets.
Deanna shrugged at him and to her brother said, "Hey. Saved your ass."
The dirty blonde then looked at her car, "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?"
She spun around to give Sam a look, "I'll kill you."
He laughed and Harry shook his head, before he glanced at Sam, "I swear she loves that car more than me."
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The Impala tore down the road; the right headlight broken.
'Living easy, loving free.
Season ticket on a one-way ride,'
Harry sat behind Sam with a torch as the Winchester had the journal and a map open, searching for the coordinates with a ruler.
'Asking nothing.'
"Okay, here's where Dad went." Sam muttered, Deanna focussed on the road.
'Leave me be.'
"Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Harry said aloud.
'Taking everythin' in my stride.'
The dirty blonde nodded, making a face, "Sounds charming. How far?"
'Don't need reason.'
"About six hundred miles." Sam added.
'Don't need rhyme.'
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Deanna said, a hopeful tone in her voice.
'Ain't nothing I would rather do.'
But Sam looked at her, and hesitantly said, "Deanna, I, um..."
'Going down.'
She glanced at the road and back. Harry gave her a soft look, knowing what Sam was about to say would hurt.
'Party time.'
"You're not going." Deanna mumbled, disappointed.
'My friends are gonna be there too.'
"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there."
The blonde nodded and turned her attention back to the road, she flicked her hazel green eyes up to the rearview mirror to meet Harry's, the promise of him following her anywhere, making his eyes glow.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever," Deanna said, glancing at Sam, "I'll take you home."
The raven-haired man flicked the light off, darkness filling the car as they drove on.
'Highway to hell.'
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'I'm on the highway to hell.'
Pulling up in front of the apartment, Deanna wore a frown as Sam got out. He leant over to look through the window, "Call me if you find him?"
She nodded and Harry looked at her, sensing her hurt.
"And maybe I can meet up with you two later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right." The dirty blonde said.
Sam then turned to Harry and leant closer so Deanna couldn't hear him, "Take care of her."
The younger Winchester stood up and patted the car twice before turning away. He stopped when his sister then called out, "Sam? You know, we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah."
Deanna drove off and Harry sent him a salute. The raven-haired man climbed over the seat to sit beside her.
She didn't look at him as she said, "Didn't I tell you if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you."
Harry huffed a small laughed, "You'd be surprised by how many people have tried to kill me, Dee."
He looked over to her, "And something told me you wouldn't."
The dirty blonde clenched her, hating that he was right.
The man suddenly froze up, making Deanna look to him. Harry then looked her right in the eye, "Turn around."
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Deanna kicked down the front door and yelled, "Sam!"
She headed for the bedroom, while Harry went to the living room.
"Jess!" Sam's voice echoed through the apartment.
"Sam! Sam!" The dirty blonde appeared behind him and looked to the ceiling, seeing Jess on fire.
"No! No!" Her brother cried out.
Deanna struggled to grab her brother, "Harry!"
And he's there, yanking Sam up off the ground and dragging him out of the apartment. The older Winchester paused for a second to watch Jess, memories of when she was younger haunting her.
"Jess! Jess! No!"
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Harry watched the fire truck parked outside of the building and the police and firemen keeping back the sticky nose people.
Deanna chewed the inside of her cheek and turned around to walk back to her car, aware that the raven-haired man was right behind her.
Sam was by the end of the Impala, above the open trunk, loading a shotgun. He looked up and he met his sister's eyes, then Harry's. The younger Winchester knew Deanna would help him and it seemed wherever she went, Harry would follow.
He sighed, nodding and threw the gun back into the trunk, "We got work to do."