YOU SMELL

LIKE TOILET

am and Dean are at the gas station, getting gas for the Impala. Dean comes out of the store carrying his usual junk food. Sam is sitting in the passenger seat, sifting through papers.

"Hey!" Dean yells at him. Sam looks over at his brother. "You want breakfast?"

"No thanks." Sam ducks his head back in. "So, how'd you pay for that stuff?" Dean said nothing. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

Dean goes around his car. "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." He says and put the nozzle on the pump. "Besides," He continues. "All we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam says and puts his legs back in the car. He slams the door shut.

Dean thinks about it for a second. "Uh, Burt Aframian." He hops into the driver's seat and puts his junk food down. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."

"That sounds about right." Sam says as Dean shuts his door. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Sam has a whole collection of cassette tapes in his lap and is currently sifting through them. "Why?" Dean asks.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two," Sam holds up a tape for every band he names. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?"

Dean takes Metallica from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." says Sam.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean says. He puts the tape in the cassette player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Dean drops the cassette box along with the others. "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old." The music begins to play. "It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean says and drives off.

They pass a road sign that says 'Jericho 7'. Sam is talking on his cellphone, then hangs up. "Thank you." He says and shuts the phone. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." Dean glances over at Sam, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers. "Check it out." Sam leans over to get a better look.

Dean pulls over. They take a long look before Dean turns off the engine. He opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with his and John's faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares.

"Let's go."

On the bridge, the lead Deputy, Deputy Jaffe, leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river. "You guys find anything?" He asks.

"No! Nothing!" Jaffe turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge. Another Deputy, Deputy Hein, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." Hein says. Sam and Dean walk up towards them.

"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Jaffe asks.

Hein speaks. "Yeah." He asks.

"How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." They finish talking just as Dean and Sam walk up to them.

"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asks.

Jaffe looks up when Dean starts talking and straightens up. "And who are you?" Dean flashes his badge.

"Federal Marshals."

"You two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?"

Dean laughs. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." He goes over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that."

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asks

Jaffe nods. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody." He says.

Dean circles the car, looking around. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" He asks.

"No. Not so far as we can tell." Jaffe says.

Sam talks. "So what's the theory?" He goes over to Dean.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" Jaffe says with his hands on his hips.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean says as Sam stomps on his foot.

Sam acts like nothing happened and turned to the officers. "Thank you for your time." Sam starts to walk away as Dean follows. "Gentlemen."

Jaffe watches them go. Dean smacks Sam on the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asks vehemently.

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Dean looks at Sam and moves in front of him, forcing Sam to stop walking.

Dean put his hand on his hip. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

Sam clears his throat and looks over Dean's shoulder. Dean turns. It's a Sheriff and two FBI Agents. "Can I help you boys?" The Sheriff asks.

"No, sir, we were just leaving." Dean says awkwardly. As the FBI Agents walk past Dean, he nods at each of them. " Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." Dean and Sam head past the Sheriff, who turns to watch them go.

A young woman is tacking up posters with Troy's face and the caption "Missing Troy Squire". Dean and Sam approach.

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam agrees. Dean and Sam walk up to her.

"You must be Amy." Dean says.

She turns around. "Yeah." She says.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy." Dean says.

She looked at them skeptically. "He never mentioned you to me." Amy walks away.

Dean and Sam walk with her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." He says.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Another girl comes up to Amy and puts a hand on her arm. Her name is Rachel.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asks protectively.

"Yeah."

Sam speaks up. "You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" He asks.

Later on at a diner, the four of them are sitting in a booth. Dean and Sam opposite Amy and Rachel. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Amy says.

"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asks.

Amy shakes her head. "No. Nothing I can remember." She says.

"I like your necklace." Sam says and looks down at her neckline.

Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents-" She laughs. "-with all that devil stuff."

Sam laughs a little too and Dean looks over. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." He says.

"Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean takes his arm off the back of Sam's seat and leans forward. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything... "

Amy and Rachel look at each other. "What is it?" She asks.

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel says.

Dean and Sam speak in unison. "What do they talk about?" They ask.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Rachel replies. Dean looks at Sam, who watches Rachel attentively, nodding. "Well, supposedly she's still out there."

Sam nods. "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" are typed into the search box. Dean clicks GO; the screen tells him there are "0 Results". Dean replaces "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" and gets the same response.

Sam is sitting next to him, watching. "Let me try." Sam says and reaches over.

Dean smacks Sam's hand. "I got it." Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and takes over. "Dude!" Dean hits Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak."

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam says.

Dean ignores Sam's controlling side and moves on. "Yeah." He says.

"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam replaces 'Murder' with 'Suicide' and finds an article entitled 'Suicide on Centennial'. Dean glances at Sam.

Sam opens the article, dated April 25, 1981. He continues to read and Dean tries to look over his shoulder. "This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam says. There's a picture of Constance; it's the Woman who killed Troy.

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

"Yeah."

"What?"

Sam turns back to the computer. "An hour before they found her, she calls 911. 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."

Dean raises his eyebrows. "Hm." The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place Troy died.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam recites.

Dean gets a closer look. "The bridge look familiar to you?" He asks.

ean and Sam walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean says.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam looks over at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean continues to walk and Sam follows.

"Okay, so now what?"

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean says.

Sam stops. "Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-" He starts.

Dean turns around. "Monday. Right. The interview." He says.

"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?" Dean argues.

Sam seems pretty sure of himself. "Maybe. Why not?" He asks.

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

Sam steps closer. "No, and she's not ever going to know." He says.

"Well, that's healthy." Dean says 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."

Dean turns around and keeps walking with Sam on his heels. "And who's that?" The youngest brother asks.

"You're one of us."

Sam hurries to get in front of Dean. "No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." He states.

"You have a responsibility to-" Dean starts, but gets cut off by Sam.

"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 grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. "Don't talk about her like that." He releases Sam and walks away.

Moments later, he sees Constance standing at the edge of the bridge. "Sam..." Sam comes to stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. Sam and Dean run to the railing and look over. "Where'd she go?" asks Dean.

"I don't know." They're still looking over the rail when the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. Dean and Sam turn to look.

"What the-?" Dean starts

Sam looks at Dean. "Who's driving your car?" He asks as Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. Sam glances at them. The car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. They turn and run.

"Dean? Go! Go!" Sam yells.

The car is moving faster than they are; when it gets too close, Sam and Dean dive over the railing. The car comes to a halt. Sam has caught himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He pulls himself up onto the bridge and looks around. "Dean? Dean!"

Below, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting. "What?"

"Hey! Are you all right?"

Dean holds up one hand in an 'ok' sign. "I'm super." He says. Sam laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge.

Later, Dean shuts the hood of his car and leans on it. "Your car all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now." Dean says. "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam settles on the hood next to Dean. Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean. "You smell like a toilet." Dean looks down.