Little Sister

Welcome to chapter 4 of little sister! 3/4 of the pilot!



With this chapter we get a bit more into Airy and Dean\'s relationship. Big brother taugh her everything she knows, after all! HEHEHE!



And now, a BIG anouncement! I HAVE A BETA!



Alot of people have commented on my spelling errors, and I know that i\'ve needed a beta for a while. So i\'d like to thank Eris dynamite for stepping up to the challenge! Eris was wonderful in Proofing this chapter and we will be back-tracking and going through the previous chapters soon as well. So be sure to give her a hug!



Thank you Eris, I owe you!



Onto the Story! Enjoy!





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Aradia ran over to the other side just in time to see Sam pull himself up from one of the long rails that extended out from the bridge\'s side. She leaned dangerously far over the rails again, and quickly looked him over to see if he was hurt. When she saw that he was fine, she turned back down to the muddy and nasty water below.



"DEAN?" Aradia yelled down at the mud and the muck, looking franticly for her other brother.



"DEAN? DEAN!" Sam yelled back, not even pulling himself back over the side rails just yet. Airy could see that Sam was actually scared and worried for their brother, too. She was glad to know he still cared, but at the moment it didn\'t make her feel any better…



Until a figure crawled up from the disgusting water and rolled onto its back and turned upwards. A voice then yelled back, "WHAT!"



Sam and Airy both fixed their eyes on the figure in the dark, and Airy\'s lips curled into a smile.



"Hey, are you all right?" Sam asked, still perched on the railing.



"I\'m super..." Dean said sarcastically as he gave the \'ok\' sign with his fingers. He then looked down in disgust at the layers of mud now coating him.



Sam and Airy couldn\'t help but laugh at him. Sam then finally picked himself up, and with a little of Airy\'s help, got himself back onto the bridge.



Dean slammed the hood of the Impala down as Sam and Airy stood away from him. The muck that Dean was covered in from head-to-toe stunk to high heaven. They didn\'t feel the need to get any closer.



"The car all right?"



"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick-What a BITCH!" Dean screamed the last word, turning his head towards to the bridge, as if to make sure that the ghost could hear him. Airy couldn\'t help but smile at that. \'Bitch\' was Dean\'s favorite word, and cursing and insulting what they were hunting was vintage Dean.



"Well she doesn\'t want us digging around, that\'s for sure… And she DEFINITLY forced us off the bridge…" Sam said with a significant look to Airy. Airy narrowed her eyes at him.



"Yeah, Airy… So tell us, does that count as \'compelling\' in the witch book?" Dean asked with a smirk, obviously jumping on team \'Brother\'. He was also trying to rail her up to keep her talking to Sam. Aradia looked at the two with her jaw dropped, as she put her hands on her hip.



"OOHHH, No you two don\'t! That totally doesn\'t count!"



"WHAT?" Sam shrieked.



"You\'ve got to be kidding me…" Dean said, sitting himself down on the hood of the Impala; ignoring the squishing noise that followed. "How does that not count?"



"Because she didn\'t try to get you to jump off, she tried to RUN YOU OVER! You two morons jumped off the bridge YOURSELFVES!" Aradia said, pointing at her brothers dramatically, as they both burst out laughing. Airy smiled back at them. It felt great to be joking and laughing with both of her brothers again.



"Ok, Princess, you have a point… By the way, where in the hell did you go?"



"Yeah… One second we\'re running from the car, next you\'ve gone and we\'re…" Sam said, looking to Dean.



"Taking a flying leap?" Airy offered with an angelic smile. Sam blushed.



"Well, if you must know, I was testing out my theory." Sam and Dean froze and glared at her.



"What theory?"



"That there is more to Constance then we think… I broke off, and ran to the other side of the bridge before you guys. I wanted to see if she\'d come after me, or continue after you two."



"You WHAT!" Sam yelled in shock, and Dean\'s mouth then dropped. "Airy do you have ANY idea how RISKY that was?" Sam asked, and Airy could tell that there was a whole \'Sam speech\' that was about to start any moment.



"YES! I DO! BUT IT PROVED MY POINT!" Airy raged, cutting Sam off. Dean nodded.



"It went after us…" Dean said, and Sam halted turning to him.



"Wait, What?"



"Airy\'s been grieving ever since dad disappeared… And she\'s been miserable since we picked you up from Stanford…" Sam looked like his heart had been crushed by those words. \'Back at you, bro.\' Was Airy\'s only thought.



"If Constance was fallowing her pattern, she should have gone after her… But Constance went after us. Airy\'s right, there is something else going on."



"By the way; the energy I picked up from her? Feminine, seductive, and pure evil. She\'s not your run-of-the-mill tormented soul. She\'s something more." Sam just sighed in defeat, sitting on the hood next to Dean. He might be willing to argue facts, but when it came to energies and spirits, Aradia reigned supreme.



"So where\'s the trail go from here, genius?" Sam then said, looking to Dean who shrugged in response. It was then Sam and Airy couldn\'t hold their tongues anymore.



"You smell like a toilet…" Sam deadpanned.



"A dirty one…" Airy added.



Dean sighed.





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Airy waited in the Impala, as Dean and Sam went to grab a room from the hotel. She was listening to some Ozzy, \'Never Gonna Stop\' on her Ipod, smiling contently. She had proven herself right, got to tease both of her brothers, and even got to talk to Sammy without either of them biting the other\'s head off.



Plus, they confirmed that their father wasn\'t one of Constance\'s victims. That meant there was a good chance he was still alive. She and Sam were at least starting to fix things, which was a step in the right direction. They were even able to knock Dean down a peg or two. It had been a great day. One of the best days she had enjoyed in years.



And then Dean walked back to the car, and tapped on the glass.



"Dad got a room here! Come on!"



Airy nearly tripped over herself to get out of the car. Maybe this day could get even better.





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Aradia slipped into the room as soon as Sam picked the lock. It was a mess. There where papers and post-its everywhere. Aradia\'s eyes widened, as Sam then grabbed Dean by the collar, and yanked him into the room with them. Dean also took a moment to take in the disaster that was dad\'s room. Then all three spread out to look over the room.



Papers, print outs, old drawings and clippings were everywhere, along with a huge ring of salt around the middle of the room.



Dean went over to the side table, turning on a light. There was an old hamburger underneath it. Airy nearly freaked when Dean grabbed it up giving it a sniff.



"I don\'t think he\'s been here for a couple days, at least…"



"Ok, EWW…" Airy gagged as Dean turned back to her with a smirk. Airy knew Dean was just using his hunting skills, but… Really?



"First the river muck, and now the burger… Really? Do you enjoy trying to gross me out?" Airy asked, as she turned and started looking over the wall with the list of missing persons. Dean chuckled and Sam shook his head. Airy tried to play \'connect the dots\' with the victims.



Sam kneeled down and examined the salt line. "Salt, cats-eye shells… He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in." Dean then joined Airy at looking over the lists of men on the wall. "What do you two got here?"



"Centennial Highway victims…" Airy started. Then Dean jumped in.



"I don\'t get it. I mean different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There\'s always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"



Sam\'s gaze then stopped on a paper that said "Woman in White". He moved closer and turned on a light to see it better. Three pictures of different woman; A Victorian woman standing by a lake, A Mexican woman, hair in a long white wedding veil, and the article about Constance Welch. Sam huffed at the irony.



"Dad figured it out."



Dean and Airy turned to Sam. "What do you mean?"



"He found the same article we did... Look." He said, pointing to the pictures. "Constance Welch, she\'s a woman in white." Sam said, pointing to the paper causing Dean to look at the men in the pictures on the wall.



"Told you there was something else going on!" Airy said with a smile, as she walked over to the pictures. Sam at least had the decency to look abashed. Dean just looked back to the wall of victims.



"You sly dogs…" Aradia rolled her eyes at her oldest brother. Just like Dean to cheer on the cheaters.



"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…" Sam asked.



"No, dad would want to make sure, he\'d dig her up."



"There is the possibility that he might not have been able to get close to her…" Airy commented as she looked over the other pictures on the wall. Sam just looked at Airy with a raised eyebrow.



"Why not?…" Sam asked, actually curious.



Airy looked back to her brother and raised her hand. "HELLO… Illegitimate Winchester child here! Living, breathing proof dad slept with a woman he wasn\'t married too."



"But mom was already long gone before you came along…" Dean said, finally facing away from the wall.



"That doesn\'t matter... Spirits don\'t see shades of grey. It\'s black or it\'s white for them. Yes or No, One or Zero. Widower or not, Dad slept with a woman that was not his wife; he\'d be on her hit list."



"That explains the salt and cat\'s eye shells... Still, does it say where she\'s buried?" Dean said, turning back to Sam.



"No, not that I can tell. If I were dad though, I\'d go ask her husband." Sam said, tapping the photo of the husband that was in the article. "If he\'s still alive."



"Woah, Woah, Woah.." Airy, Said then turning on her brothers. "You guys want to go talk to the HUSBAND of a woman in white?"



"Well…" Sam trailed off, looking to Dean who shrugged, palms up. "Yeah, I guess."



"Humph... And you think I\'M mentally unstable." Airy said, as she popped in her ear-buds and started her Ipod again.



Sam blinked in surprise, and then his eyes shone over with guilt. "Airy, I didn\'t mean… AIRY..." Sam said as he stood up. But Airy simply plopped herself on the bed, and relaxed. Completely willing and able to ignore her brother.



Dean just sighed as Sam looked over, completely confused, to his older brother.



"Dude... You said it…" Dean said, putting his hands in the air. He had tried to get the two back on speaking terms, but Sam was fumbling left and right and Airy wasn\'t making it any easier. Sam didn\'t really seem to be getting the fact that Airy had changed. He\'d have to learn how to deal with her on his own now.



"Just let it go. Try to talk her later, Okay"



"All right…" Sam said, sighing dejectedly. He felt like a real ass at the moment, and it didn\'t feel good.



"Alright… Now why don\'t you see if you can find an address. I\'m gonna get cleaned up."



"Hey Dean-What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad… I\'m sorry."



Dean then held his hand up to stop him from going further.



"No chick-flick moments."



Sam then gave an amused huff and smiled at his older brother.



"All right… Jerk."



"Bitch."





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"Hey man, I\'m starving. I\'m gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?" Dean asked, tossing his jean jacket over his shoulders.



"No…" Sam said, checking his e-mails at the end of the bed. Airy was off in her own world on the other side.



"Aframian\'s buying…" Dean said, trying to tempt his brother into going. Sam shook his head no. Dean just shrugged as he walked over to Airy and grabbed one of her headphone strings… he then pulled harshly, popping Airy\'s ear bud right out of her ear.



"FOOD! Let\'s go." Airy jumped, glaring at her brother. She snatched her ear bud back, and returned it promptly.



"Fine, Fine, Fine..." She grumbled and she stood and followed Dean out the door. Sam looked at his brother and huffed.



"You know, you could have told me about that little trick… since I\'ve been trying to get her attention all day." Sam said, causing Dean to look back and laugh haughtily as he closed the hotel room door. Sam rolled his eyes. It was times like these that he felt like he was the older brother...



Dean and Airy walked out of their hotel room and begin to walk toward the Impala. When Dean looked down the parking lot and saw the two cops he had insulted at the bridge talking to the man at the hotel counter. He couldn\'t hear what the men are saying, but he knew it wasn\'t good. Airy turned to see what her brother was looking at, only to turn around immediately and try to block her face with her hand. As soon as the hotel man pointed at them, Dean pulled out his cell phone, and speed dialed.



"What?"



"Dude, five-0. take off."



"What about you and Airy?"



"Uh, they kind of spotted us... Go find dad." Dean then hung up just in time and turned to face the two policemen who had just reached them. "Problem officers?"



"Where\'s your partner?" The officer said coldly, narrowing his eyes. Obviously he remembered the insults.



"Partner? What—What partner?" Airy turned and glared at Dean. Dean just turned and looked at her.



"OH, She\'s just my sister…"



One policeman signaled to the other to go check the hotel room. Airy could see Sam inside the hotel room, peering at the policeman through the curtains, coming closer and closer towards the room. She then saw him drop the curtain and take off.



"So… Fake US Marshal… Fake credit cards… You got anything that\'s real?"



Dean and Airy looked at one another, their eyes alight with mischief. They then both turned to the police officer, and said, in unison;



"Our Boobs…"



When the police officer locked his jaw and glared at them Dean grinned like a smartass. Airy giggled wickedly and blushed.



Moments later, Dean was being slammed into the hood of the police cruiser. Airy was being forced, head first, into the backseat of the police car.



"You have the right to remain silent…"





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Dean sighed as he sat in the interrogation room in the police station. He looked over to Airy, who didn\'t look any better than he did.



"How you holding up, baby girl?" Dean asked.



"I\'m just fine… Wish they hadn\'t taken my Ipod, though…" She said with a small pout. Dean just grinned back.



"I\'m sure you\'ll find something else to listen to…"



Airy turned and glared at him. "If you so much as THINK of saying \'Sam\' I will Houdini my way out of here, and leave you here…" Dean\'s face dropped dramatically.



"You still mad at him?"



"Did he apologize?"



"No…." He trailed off with a significant look from Airy. "Touché…"



It was then that the sheriff walked in the room with a large cardboard box. He went to the front of the table, and placed the box down in front of them. When Aradia saw who it was she paled. It was the same officer that walked up to Sam and Dean when Dean was ranting at the bridge. This was bad, very, very bad. After the initial shock, she quickly put her mask back up.



"So… you want to give us your real names?"



"I told you, it\'s Nugent. Ted Nugent." Airy just smiled, but kept her mouth shut. She was hoping to play her \'innocent little girl\' card on this one until the end. She was pretty sure it was working, as the police officers so far had referred directly to Dean. They only looked at her in passing.



"I\'m not sure you realize just how much trouble you are in here…"



"We talking like misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or uh… \'squeal like a pig\' kind of trouble?" Dean asked. Airy had to bite her tongue, to stop herself from telling off her brother, or laughing her ass off at the police officer.



Or actually squealing like a pig… It would be hilarious, Dean would love it, but she didn\'t think the officer would appreciate that very much.



"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo... Boy, you are officially a suspect." Airy\'s eyes widened. Oh, HELL no! They were NOT trying to pin Constance\'s murders on her brother. And Satanic? Really? Idiot…



"That makes sense…" Dean said, getting cocky and leaning back in his chair. " Cause when the first one went missing in \'82, I was three…"



"I know you got partners; one of them is an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me… Dean." The police officer said as he reached into a box on his desk and pulled out a book. He tossed it towards Dean, when it landed with a Weight-bearing THUMP right in front of them.



"Is this his?" Both siblings stared at the journal, working hard to keep their faces and eyes blank at the sight.



They both knew that book, knew it like the back of their hands. It was an old, over-stuffed leather bound journal. Wrapped three times around its middle, binding it tightly, was a matching thin leather cord. With dozens of little paperclips, post-its, newspaper clippings, print-outs and even napkins poking out from in between the pages.



It was their father\'s Journal. Of course, the police officer mistook the spark of recollection at the name he used… and not the book…



"I thought that might be your name…." The officer said, getting more confident and cocky as he talked. Even going so far as to grab the book back and flip through the pages like it was a favorite bedtime story.



"See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out…. I mean, its nine kinds of crazy." He said, and Aradia\'s face finally cracked into a cartoonist glare. Dean remained blank.



"But I found this, too." The policeman said as he opened the journal to the last page that read \'Dean 35-111\' in thick ink. It was even circled a few times.



"Now, you\'re staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means."





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The Police officer went after Dean again and again. Airy sat by minding herself as she listened in. She was biding her time until they broke out.



She came up with an escape plan while they were waiting, but she had to edit it a little because of the amount of police and placement of the cameras. After Dean and Airy where alone in the room, she would take her hairpin, and pick the locks on their handcuffs.



Then, they would wait until the hallway outside was clear, and make their way to the ladder that lead to the roof. They would continue up to the roof, and climb down into the alley behind the police station… Of course, that was after she got her Ipod back.



It was simple, easy, and carried little to no chance of being caught on camera.



It was perfect escape, and from the way Dean looked around the station when they were first brought in, he had come up with almost the same plan.



Of course, that was AFTER the police officer finally quit asking Dean question after question and finally left them alone. They couldn\'t escape with him sitting right there, and Airy knew that Dean wouldn\'t go as far as to knock the poor officer out. The guy was fairly nice… You know… For a cop.



"I don\'t know how many times I gotta tell you... It\'s my high-school locker combo." Airy looked back at the number, then looked back to Dean, and rolled her eyes. Could he have thought of a worse lie? Locker combos where in threes, and none of them went up 100, let alone 111.



It was then she saw his smart-ass smirk, and realized he was pulling one of his hunter tricks. She labeled it \'obviously lying\'. Dean called it \'dicking around with dicks.\'



"Are we gonna do this all night long?"



"We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." A second officer said, poking his head into the room for just a moment, before turning and joining the other officers that were already gearing up. Airy narrowed her eyes at the officer.



He was the one that had her Ipod. She had already mentally noted where his desk sat, and what his coffee cup looked like when she saw him earlier... Oh, she WOULD be getting back her Ipod... Mark her words. She would get it back.



The officer turned back to the Winchesters. "Do you two need to use the bathroom?"



"No…" Dean said blandly and when then police officer looked at Airy, she just curled her lower lip cutely, and shook her head no. The officer tightened the handcuffs on both of their wrists and left them hooked to the interview table…



Right after he left, Airy pulled out her Hairpin while Dean pulled out a paper clip from the pages of the journal.



They looked at one another and grinned.





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Aradia slid down the fire escape like a well-trained Navy Officer. She slowed herself down at the last moment and jumped down the last 5 feet, into a rolling crouch. The ladder from the fire escape ended five feet in the air, so really, she had to. Dean had already climbed down the fire escape; he had dropped down the last 5 feet. He was heavier then Airy and didn\'t have years of Gymnastics on his side, so it made sense that he went first. He also liked to watch her when she dismounted to make sure she didn\'t hurt herself, or catch her if she fell.



But this wasn\'t too difficult a move, so she was fine. She picked herself up from the crouch, and dusted herself off as Dean grinned proudly. They both turned and quickly started to make their way out of the alley.



Dean then took their Father\'s journal out of his hidden pockets in his jacket, and held it carefully in his hands. Airy smirked as they made it away from the Police station. That book wasn\'t just going to be the thing to help them find dad... It was probably going to end up saving their lives. It was no wonder that Dean treated it like gold.



And when Airy pulled out her newly retrieved Ipod Dean paused, looking at her in disbelief.



"Wait a second… You\'re telling me that between breaking yourself loose of the handcuffs and getting out of the police station, you also somehow managed to yonk your Ipod back?…."



Airy looked back to him and grinned. "Summoned it. I also vanquished the box of \'evidence\' they had on us…"



"Airy... You are a Ninja."





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"Fake 911 phone call Sammy? I don\'t know, that\'s pretty illegal..."



Airy heard Sam laugh on the other end, even though she was on the outside of the payphone. "You\'re welcome."



"Listen, we gotta talk..."



"Tell me about it." Sam said, before he started his non-stop rant. "So the husband WAS unfaithful, and we ARE dealing with a woman in white…"



"Sam."



"She\'s buried behind her old house,"



"Sam…"



"So that should have been dad\'s next stop,"



"Sammy would you shut up for a second?" Dean said, as Sam carried on. Airy shook her head endearingly. It seemed Sam was eager to be back hunting after all.



"I just can\'t figure out why he 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?"



"I\'ve got his journal." Dean said, as Airy leaned against the frame of the payphone, feeling bored and worn out.



"He doesn\'t go anywhere without that."



"Yeah, well he did this time."



"What\'s it say?" Sam asked, sensing why there dad would leave the precious journal behind.



"Same old ex-marine crap. When he wants to let us know where he\'s going…"



"Coordinates. Where to?"



"I\'m not sure yet."



"I don\'t understand, I mean what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on? WHOA!"



Airy and Dean both turned and looked at the phone as the squeal of brakes, followed by the peeling of tires was heard over the phone.



"Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled into the phone. Airy pushed her way into the phone booth, snatching the phone away from Dean.



"SAM, Where are you? SAM!"



Both Airy and Dean chilled when they heard nothing but static. Then, they heard three words that answered everything.



"Take me home…"