Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Pilot (2)

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as I glanced up to see a teenage girl with a stack of papers.

"Yeah." Sam agreed with Dean. He was about to go up and get the girls attention when Dean put an arm out in front of him.

"Let Harley."

I was already ahead of both boys going to talk to the grieving girlfriend.

"Hi, you must be Amy."

"Yeah."

"I'm his friend from a while back, when I got the call from his uncle's, I was devastated, I'm Harley, this is Dean and Sam." I lied gesturing to the boys as his uncle's.

"He never mentioned you to me."

"Yeah that's Troy I guess, we're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean lied taking over my conversation.

"So we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around." Sam said towering over the girl.

"Hey are you okay?" A girl asked coming over to Amy.

"Yeah."

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions." I questioned giving the girl a soft look with my eyes.

She nodded as we all walked into a diner and sat down as Amy started answering.

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

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

"No, nothing I can remember."

"Here's the deal ladies, the way Troy disappeared, something's not right, so if you've heard anything?" Dean said leaving it out in the open.

"What is it?" I asked after seeing there faces.

"No it's just, I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" The three of us siblings questioned simultaneously.

"It's kind of this local legend, this one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." I shared a glance with my brothers as she continued.

"Well supposedly, she's still out there, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up, well they disappear forever."

We drove to a local library and started researching. Dean sat at the computer as me and Sam looked over his shoulder. He was typing in numerous of scenarios but nothing came up.

"Let me try." Sam commended but Dean slapped his hand away and said that he got it.

Sam pushed Dean causing him to roll away in his chair.

"Dude, such a control freak." Dean said punching Sam's arm. I laughed, I missed this.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent deaths right, maybe it's not murder."

"Suicide." I said finishing his thought as he typed it in. 1 result came up.

"This was 1981, Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylviania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked as Sam continued to read the article.

"Yeah?"

"What?" I asked as Sam sighed.

"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, 'Our babies are gone and Constance couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."