Supernatural: Storm Traveler @othercharacternut
Chapter 3

They drove up to the bridge where the police were investigating the crime scene. Lynn peered out the windshield with the brothers to see the abandoned car. This is it, she thought. The Woman in White… the start of it all.

Dean pulled over to the side of the road and parked. They looked out for a moment after he removed the keys from the ignition and then Dean reached over to open the glove box. He pulled out a small wooden box and Lynn couldn't help but feel a twinge of a smile as she watched Dean shuffle through all his fake ID's… and at the iconic "Seriously, Dean?!" face that Sam was giving him.

After choosing, Dean grinned at Sam and said, "Let's go."

Sam grabbed his brother's arm before he could fully open the door and yanked him back into the driver's seat. "Dean, what about…" They both turned to see Lynn sitting in the backseat. She awkwardly smiled, keeping her lips tightly together as she slid lower into the leather. "Are we just gonna leave her here?"

"Yeah," answered Dean. He lifted his chin toward Lynn and said, "Hang back for a minute, ok?" Lynn nodded and Dean looked at his brother with a smug grin. "See? All good. Come on, Sammy."

Sam sighed and followed Dean out of the car. Lynn watched them go and once they reached the local police on the bridge, she dove into her bag. "Where is it?" she hissed. She rummaged through the front pockets until she felt her wallet. Instantly gripping her fingers around the small and compact leather pouch, Lynn lifted it out and opened it. All her cards were there, but it was the driver's license she was needing. Lynn's eyes widened at the picture staring back at her. It was definitely her…only the picture was almost two decades old.

DOB 09/22/1986

"Yup," she sighed. "That's my birthday and that…"

EXP 09/22/07

"How in the hell?" Lynn wiped her finger over the date. That's when her very first license expired. And the first photo she took when she was sixteen. She let her head fall back onto the top of the seat and stared at the roof of the Impala. Of course, she thought. It's 2005! And in 2005 I was 19 so if it's the very first episode that would make me 19 again… Lynn shot up and stared at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Holy mother of –

Lynn jumped at the sound of a knock on her window. She pressed the hand holding her ID to her chest as she caught her breath. Two men in black jackets and dark sunglasses bent down to stare at her through the glass. The older one motioned for her to roll the window down as he asked, "Miss? May I ask what you're doing outside the crime scene?"

She slowly rolled down the window, trying to think of what to say and finally answered, "I'm here for a ride along, sirs."

"Ride along? With whom?"

"Us," replied Dean.

The FBI agents turned around as the sheriff came up to ask, "Can I help you boys?"

"No, sir. We were just leaving." Dean sneered as they all walked past him and Sam. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."

The brothers got back in the car and drove off. Sam turned to Lynn and asked, "You ok? Did they ask you anything?"

"Just why I was here."

"What'd you say?"

"That I was on a ride along."

Dean laughed and smacked the steering wheel approvingly. "Well, they can't say you lied to 'em!"

Lynn smiled at his reaction and put her wallet back as nonchalantly as possible while she asked, "So what'd you find out?"

"The vic's girlfriend – uh – Amy, is putting up missing posters in town." Sam answered.

"So we're gonna go talk to her to see if anything weird happened to him before he disappeared," added Dean.

Lynn glanced out the window and shifted in her seat. It only took a few minutes for the center of town to come into view and barely another few to see a couple of girls putting up colored flyers along the street. She propped herself onto the bench seat between the brothers and pointed out the window.

"That's her."

They both followed her line of sight and saw her by the theater. "Good lookin' out," said Dean and went to park a little up ahead.

"Do I have to stay in the car this time?"

He glanced at her and then at Sam, who raised an eyebrow in favor of Lynn. Dean aligned with the curb and turned off the car. They met her eyes and something in her deep brown orbs sparked in their hazel green. "Nah, you can come with us."

"Yeah?" Lynn beamed at them as they got out of the car.

Sam held the door open for her and said, "Yeah, it'll be good to have a female presence there when we talk to her."

"Just follow our lead," ordered Dean with a wink.

"What's our cover?" whispered Lynn as they approached the theater. "Out of town cousins or something?"

"Huh," Dean grunted. "Yeah, actually that's better than uncles."

"I know," murmured Lynn under her breath as they reached the girl in a tassel suede jacket taping another missing flyer to the wall.

"You must be Amy," Dean greeted.

She barely glanced at them and replied, "Yeah."

"Troy told us about you. We're his cousins. I'm Dean. This is Sammy and our friend, Lynn."

Amy glanced at them now and Lynn didn't need to see the expression on her face to feel how much she didn't care. Her one thought was helping to find Troy the only way she could. Amy reached into her bag for more posters and said, "He never mentioned you to me."

"Figures. We're technically his second cousins and live out in Modesto so we don't see him much."

Sam walked in front of them to catch Amy's eye and said, "So, we're looking for him, too, and we're kind of asking around."

Amy's friend walked up to her and asked, "Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked.

They agreed and walked over to the coffee shop across the way. Sam slid into the booth first with Dean offering Lynn a seat. As Lynn scooted over, Sam had to press himself against the wall so there would be enough room for Dean to sit on the edge without falling off. In any other situation, Lynn would be beyond uncomfortable but this… this was a dream come true. She was literally sandwiched between the real Winchester brothers! Lynn tried so hard not to fidget into one or both of their laps as Amy told them her side of the story of what happened to her boyfriend.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and he – uh – he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?"

Amy looked out the window as she replayed the conversation in her mind before answering Sam. "No, nothing I can remember."

"I like your necklace," said Sam in an attempt to comfort her.

Amy looked down and took the metal pentagram in her fingers as she replied, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."

"Actually, it means the opposite." Sam's soft chuckle echoed her light laugh as he explained, "A pentagram means protection against evil. Really powerful. If you believe in that sort of thing."

Lynn tensed. My tattoo… my anti-possession tattoo! If I'm 19 then it's gone. Damn it!

"Ok, thank you unsolved mysteries," griped Dean, jolting Lynn back to the present. "Here's the deal ladies, the way Troy disappeared - something's not right. So if you've heard anything…" The friends glanced at each other, so Dean pried, "What is it?"

"Well, it's just – I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend replied.

"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time. Lynn closed her eyes and basked in the moment. They were right up against her sides and spoke as one. Even if this all somehow wasn't real and she was dead or dreaming, Lynn didn't care because that was perfect.

"It's kinda this local legend," the friend explained, forcing Lynn's eyes open. "This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up, well they disappear forever."

The brothers nodded and glanced at each other, catching Lynn's eyes too. They thanked Amy and her friend for their help and left the coffee shop with a new mission.


"This is the research part," explained Dean as he typed in his search on the Jericho Herald Archive site. "Figuring out what we're dealing with." He pressed the go button, but no results were found for 'Female Murder Hitchhiking.' Replacing the last word with Centennial Highway, he tried again but still no luck.

"Let me try," offered Sam, but his big brother slapped his hand away when he reached for the keyboard.

"I got it."

Taking it further, Sam shoved Dean's rolling chair across the line of computers and took his place in front of the screen. "Dude!" Dean punched at his arm as he made his way back over. "Such a control freak."

Rolling his eyes, Sam looked to Lynn and said, "Here, it's all about finding that one piece that makes everything fit." She glided over in her chair and listened as Sam continued, "Angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, so, maybe it's not murder." Sam replaced the word murder with suicide and got a hit.

Clicking on the link, Sam read, "This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" asked Dean.

"Yeah."

Lynn winced at the reason, causing Dean to glance at her and then the screen. "What?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. 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." Sam skimmed the article and read, '"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it, said husband Joseph Welch.""

"That bridge look familiar to you?"

Lynn stared at the picture of her body being carried out of the river in a bag when Sam said, "We'll have to check it out when the cops clear out." Lynn blinked when he exited out of the screen and turned to see them looking at her.

"This is pretty much it," explained Dean. "Take what we know until we track down all the missing pieces to figure out what we're hunting so we can stop it. Or in your case, undo it."

Lynn sipped her tea latte in its to-go cup and admitted, "I think it'll be a bit more complicated than that."

"Eh, worst case scenario we just drive you home after we find our dad." Dean shrugged and got up from the chair.

Sam rolled his eyes, getting up himself, and promised, "Complicated or not, we agreed to help each other out, so you don't have to worry."

"Trying not to."

She walked with them back to the car and slowly curled her fingers over the cool metal handle. She hadn't been there a full 24 hours and the repercussions of what happened to her – what could happen to Sam and Dean because of her – were starting to coil around her heart. Lynn opened the door and got inside, but her body didn't relax with the rumble of the engine as they drove off.

It wasn't just not having her tattoo because she was suddenly 19 again. It was just a piece of everything that was crashing down on her. She was actually there with them. They were real. It was all real. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to handle it? Just follow their lead the entire series like she was watching it live? Immerse herself completely and change their destiny for the better? Was that even possible? Should it be? Lynn slumped so far down into the seat she was almost half laying on the floor. Tangled freaking mess of thoughts knotting themselves around her to draw and quarter Lynn's mind, heart, and soul. Lynn drew in a sharp breath when they reached the bridge and forced herself back up.

There were no answers waiting in the darkness of that bridge, but it didn't matter. Lynn stared as Sam and Dean got out and started walking into the next fifteen years. It wasn't about answers. It was about choices. And Lynn chose Sam and Dean.

She got out of the Impala and walked with them along the railing as Dean said, "So this is where Constance took the swan dive."

"So you think Dad would've been here?"

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."

Lynn stayed along the rail as Dean and Sam slowly made their way to the other side of the bridge. She knew what was coming and decided she shouldn't get in the middle of it.

"Ok, so now what?" Sam asked.

"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while."

"Dean, I told you I've gotta get back by –"

"Monday." Dean finished for him, turning around to face his little brother. "Right. The interview. Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"

"No, and she's never going to know."

"So a girl we've known a day – a stranger who offered to help our family after we gave her a ride – knows more about you than your girlfriend? Well, that's healthy." Lynn shot him a look, but Dean wasn't paying attention to her. And neither was Sam. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

Dean turned to walk across the bridge, but Sam was far from done. "Who is that?"

"One of us."

Sam rushed in front of Dean to block his path and argued, "No, I'm not like you. This is not gonna be my life."

"Well, you have a responsibility."

"To Dad 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."

Dean grabbed fistfuls of Sam's sweatshirt and hurled him into the metal railing. Nope. Lynn could see Dean's pained expression at Sam's words without looking at his face and didn't need to absorb it or Sam's inner turmoil. She had more than enough going on inside herself without adding that to it. At least tonight. Knowing Constance would show up soon and possess the Impala, forcing them over the bridge; Lynn decided to be preemptive. She carefully climbed over the side, holding on so tightly she thought the weathered bars might cut open her hands and remained as still as possible.

"Don't talk about her like that."

Dean's voice was almost as soft as the cold breeze chilling Lynn to her bones. He let Sam go, turning away from him in search for Lynn and found her… but she wasn't alone. "Sam." He called at the sight before them.

Lynn felt her before she saw her. The deathly cold that froze her in place, making her body tremble as her breath fogged the air. She slowly angled her head to see Constance staring directly into her. She wasn't angry or woeful… it was like she was curious. The Woman in White leaned so close to Lynn that for moment, she was afraid that Constance would go right through her. Instead she stopped right against her ear and whispered, "You can never go home."

Constance released herself from the edge and fell, disappearing into the night air. Lynn watched her fade into the blackness as Sam and Dean rushed over to her. She felt Dean grab her right arm and Sam grasp her left, but she still couldn't let go.

"Are you ok?" They asked frantically.

"Did she do something to you?" Dean questioned as he tried and failed to lift her over to their side.

Sam went to gently uncurl her fingers from the metal and let them curl around his hand, but right as he loosened her grip, they heard the Impala roar to life. They all twisted to stare into the headlights as it revved at them.

"What the…"

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked.

Dean used his free hand to show that he still had the keys in his pocket. "Run," whispered Lynn through her frigid breath. They stared at her, not letting her go, as the tires screeched. "Run!"

No choice now. The Impala was gunning down the bridge right for them. Sam and Dean bolted but didn't make it halfway before the possessed car nearly caught up to them. In a desperate attempt to save themselves from getting run over, they flung themselves over the railing. Sam was able to hold on and climb back to safety once the car was no longer under Constance's control, but Dean… Dean splashed down into the river.

"Dean!"

"What?" he shouted back as he pulled himself onto the rocky bank.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Dean rolled over and replied, "I'm super."

Sam laughed at the sight of his uninjured brother covered in mud but was instantly silenced when he saw Lynn still on the wrong side of the railing. "Damn it!" He pulled himself over and ran back to her. He held onto her hand and this time, she fully grabbed it.

Lynn stared at him, eyes darker than the sky but still shining with fear, and whimpered, "I couldn't move. I wanted to, but she –"

"It's ok, you're ok," he soothed as he gathered her in his arms to help her back onto the bridge. "She's gone and you're safe."

Dean trudged himself over to the car after getting a nod from Sam that Lynn was all right. He opened the hood and checked everything out. As he slammed it shut, Sam asked, "Car alright?"

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick – what a bitch!" Dean hollered into the night.

Sam walked with Lynn over to Dean leaning against the hood, taking off his outer jacket and wrapping it around Lynn's shaking shoulders. She smiled up at him in thanks and put her arms through the sleeves, hugging it around her center.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam mused. "And she went after Lynn. That can't be good. So where does the trail go from here, genius?"

Dean threw up his arms and a new waft of mud and grime came off him. He looked down at himself and had to stop the instinctual reaction to wipe it off because it was everywhere. Lynn stifled a giggle and protected her sensitive nose by burying her face in Sam's jacket.

He sniffed and glanced at Dean to say, "You smell like a toilet."

They couldn't see it, but Lynn was smiling. Answers or no answers, she made the right choice.

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