Chapter 9: Help!

We are cruising down some interstate in Colorado, nobody saying anything. Every so often, Dean will turn up the music and sings along. I don't know any of the songs being played though some of them do sound familiar.

"What's your music preference?" Dean asked me at one point, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I shrugged. "I don't really care. You're the one driving anyway. Not like I really get a say."

Dean laughed at this and playfully hit Sam in the arm. "Smart kid, eh Sammy?" Sam and I laughed at this. No one said anything after that for a long while.

After about three days of nonstop driving with us only stopping at diners for food, we finally reach our destination. We pull up to a motel and Sam goes inside to get our room key.

"I'll sleep on the floor," Dean says, hauling his and mine bag, even though I had protested against it, inside.

"I can sleep on the floor," I say, but I know Dean's words override mine.

"Nope," he says. "I get the floor. Now rest up. It's late and we need to start getting information first thing in the morning."

I sigh and collapse on my bed. Despite having slept in the car, I was extremely tired and the bed felt much more comfortable than the backseat. My eyes are heavy with exhaustion and it doesn't take me long to fall asleep.

When I wake up, light streams through the curtains. Dean is still curled up on the floor, but Sam is nowhere to be seen. Not much longer, though, Sam comes in from outside. "Thanks, Bobby. I think that will be helpful." He closes his phone and looks up at me. "Good morning."

I can't help but smile back at the cheerful smile he throws me. "Morning," I say, stretching my arms over my head.

Dean groans on the floor and sits up. "You talk to Bobby?" He asks Sam, standing up.

Sam nods. "Just got off the phone with him. So get this. The Woman in White we are looking for had five children. And she drowned them all in the river. Her husband had a very long-lasting affair with his secretary during World War II. Apparently she made him watch her drown all of their kids. Bobby said she tied up to a tree and yelled all sorts of things at him, blaming him for the death of their children. When she was done with that, she left him tied up and left. When he finally got untied, he walked about a mile and came across her dead body. She hanged herself in a tree."

I shiver. "Wow," I say. "That's seriously creepy."

"Women in White tend to be. They are not a fun time," Dean says. "Any idea where her bones were buried?"

Sam shakes his head. "No, but her husband is still alive. Lives over at the retirement home."

Dean nods. "Alright. Well, first, let's get food. I'm starving. Then we'll head to the old folks home."

We walk down the street to a diner. I'm starting to see a tradition with these boys. "Do you guys always eat at diners?"

"It's cheap and the food is always great," Dean says. "Plus, there's pie."

"You know," I say. "iHop serves pie, as well."

Dean ignores that as we sit down. The boys both order large meals, but I stick with just bacon and eggs. "You need to eat more," Dean says. "Got to build that body strenghth."

I look at his plate of pancakes, eggs, hashbrowns, and sausage. "I'm good," I say.

Dean rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything more. Sam laughs at the exchange, but says nothing about the matter. "So," I say. "What are you guys going to do? Do you have disguises or something?"

Sam nods. "Yeah. We're going to go in as curious college students working on a partner research paper."

I raise and eyebrow. "You really think he'll tell you guys anything?"

"No," Sam says. "But anything helps. If we can just get him to say where she was buried, then that's all we need."

"Why do you need to know where she's buried?"

"To burn her bones," Dean says. "That's the most effective way to get rid of a spirit of any sort. Burn the bones, you kill the spirit. It's either that, or we help her find her kids. Her seeing them would help her pass onto the afterlife."

I shudder. "I like that way a lot better."

Sam laughs and we remain quiet for the rest of breakfast. After we are done eating, we go back to the motel. They tell me to stay there and try to look for some information reguarding her, but for the two hours they are gone, I come up empty handed and bored.

After about an hour of research, I sigh and go take a shower. The hot water feels amazing on my skin and I take my time. When I get out, I use the motel's hair dryer and dry my hair. I style it as best as I can with my lone brush and then grab my makeup. It takes me a couple tries to get the perfect wings for my eyeliner, but I give myself a big whoop when I do.

I dig around in my duffel bag and pull out a white blouse and black skirt. I put those on and look at myself in the mirror, thinking. After a couple seconds of deciding, I pull out my black tights and put those on as well. Not long after, Sam and Dean return.

"Wow," Sam says. "You planning on going somewhere?"

I look down at my outfit, slightly confused. "No. This is what I normally wear."

Sam laughs. "You've been living in sweat pants since we met you."

I shrug. "I guess I actually decided to get dressed today." Sam and I laugh, but Dean just seems to roll his eyes.

"So," I say as they take their seats at the small table. "You guys find out anything?"

Dean rubs his hands together in excitement. "That senial, old man told us way more than we expected. This is gonna be a fun one."

"And a fast one," Sam says. "Bobby's already got us a case out California when we're done with this one." They begin telling me about what all the man told them, but I get lost and stop listening after awhile.

***

It's dark outside. Dean and Sam left about an hour ago, leaving me alone. I try the TV, but the only thing on is the news. I turn the TV back off and lay down on my bed. I'm almost asleep when I hear the door knob being wiggled.

I sit up straight, my heart racing. Dean said they wouldn't be back for almost two hours. I go to his bag and pull out the shot gun. I may not be good at shooting, but it's heavy enough that I can swing it and knock out a bitch.

I hold the gun close to my chest and scream when the door flies open. A figure stands in the door and my heart skips a beat. It's the man from my nightmare. I raise the gun to shoot, but the figure is in my face in less than a blink.

"Dean!" I scream out when he grabs my throat and raises me off the ground. "Sam! Someone help me!"

"Hey, you son a bitch!" Someone says from the doorway. My heart leaps when I see Dean standing there. "Put her down and pick on someone your own size.

The man throws me to the side. I crash into the wall, my vision blurry after I hit my head. The vampire looks at Dean, a smirk on his face. "Dean Winchester," he says. "Nice of you to finally meet your daughter. We were wondering when that was going to happen."

Dean flinches when the vampire runs at him, but instead of hurting him, the vampire runs passed him and into the night. Dean looks back with a confused look, but is quickly by my side. "You alright?"

I rub at my sore throat and feel my head. A bump forms on the side and I feel blood seeping from a gash in my forehead. Looking around me, I see that he had thrown me into the mirror, the shards having cut me in various places.

I nod slowly. "Y-yeah. I think so." Dean helps me stand up. He doesn't let go until I'm steady on my feet.

Sam races in next. "I don't where that bastard went," he says. "I wonder what he wanted."

That's when it hits me. "Mom's book," I squeeze out the words. Man it was hard to talk. "She mentions running from vampires and how they have our scent. Michael says it was a vampire that killed her." I feel the color drain from my face. "You don't think..."

Dean leads me to the bed before I fall over. "We'll have to look into it. For now, though, I think it's best we don't leave you alone."

"You burn the bones?" I ask, wanting to change the subject.

Sam nods. "Yeah. They're burned." He picks up the knocked down door. "Think we should probably head out. I don't think the manager will be too please about this."

"Grab your stuff," Dean says. "We're skipping out on California. Someone else can do that. We're going back to Bobby's."

"Why?" I ask, my heart racing.

"To find some answers as to why vampires have your scent in the first place," Dean says angirly. He then storms into the bathroom. A couple minutes later I hear the shower running.

"Get some sleep," Sam says. "We'll head out as soon as he's ready." I nod and lay down. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep immediatly.