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It’s Nice To Have A Friend // Taylor Swift

Never Go Home

It had been slightly awkward when both siblings reached for the shotgun door at the same time. After Sam had left, Campbell had assumed the position of copilot; seeing as how Dean wouldn’t let anyone drive his baby. Sam had let Campbell take the front seat, and she internally cringed as he folded himself into the backseat.

“So, law school, huh Sammy,” Campbell turned to look at her brother.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam piped up, “if this interview goes well.”

Campbell nodded in response, this small talk was slowly killing her. How do you start a conversation with someone who feels like a stranger? Instead of continuing, she turned her attention back to the gas station in which Dean had entered moments ago.

“What about you?” Sam asked.

“What?” Campbell raised an eyebrow at her brother.

“I mean, from what I’ve picked up on, you must’ve gotten out somehow,” Sam trailed off.

“Oh, uh, I - I have a full ride to Southern Cal. I’m a sophomore actually, on the pre-med track. Figured being a surgeon was a more civilized way of contributing to society than hunting,” she chuckled.

Sam smiled, “that’s great Elle, really.”

“Yeah, it’s something all right,” Campbell huffed, “I’ve got a huge bio test on Tuesday that I can’t miss. I just hope we find dad in time.”

“I’m really proud of you, Campbell,” Sam said, his voice just above a whisper. Campbell fiddled with her thumbs, refusing to make eye contact with Sam for fear of letting her tears fall. Hearing those words after yearning for them the last 2 years was too much for Campbell.

Thankfully, Dean swung the driver’s side door open, pulling both siblings from their thoughts. “Sup, nerds? Gotcha some road food.”

“Jerky and mentos, all a girl could ever dream of,” Campbell hummed sarcastically.

“I swear man you’ve gotta update your cassette tape collection,” Sam whined from the backseat. “I mean who even uses tapes anymore?”

“You’re kidding. They’re classics!” Dean fired back.

“Metallica? What is this, hair rock’s best?”

“C’mon Campbell tell ‘em,” Dean hit his sister’s shoulder.

“They’re really not that bad, Sammy” Campbell weakly offered. Her little white lie was partially true. Growing up, she spent half her time listening to Led Zeppelin with Dean and the other half humming along to Sam’s more contemporary music.

“For the billionth time, it’s Sam! Sammy is some chubby 12 year old” he whined.

“Chubby? You’ve always been a stick” Campbell giggled as Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well, Sam, you know the house rules,” Dean mused as he started the car.

Campbell groaned as she mouthed the words Dean spoke, “driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.”

Dean laughed before pulling out of the gas station.

...

The Winchesters soon passed the town limits of Jericho, California, but Campbell Grace deemed it not soon enough. The rest of the car ride there had been filled with stiff silence, sometimes interrupted by Dean cracking a dad-joke.

“Hey wait,” Campbell said as she took note of the police cruisers ahead, “pull over here.” Dean nodded before directing the car to the side of the road.

“Who are we today?” Dean mumbled to himself as he dug through his ID box. Campbell and Sam rolled their eyes as their older brother held up three fake badges.

As they approached the scene, Campbell overheard the officers speaking with each other. “Troy was a friend of your daughter’s, right?” said one uniform to the other.

“Yeah, good kid. Such a shame,” he trailed off.

“You said the victim was a friend of yours,” Dean questioned as they stopped in front of the officers.

“Yeah,” the cop, Officer Harrington as Campbell gathered from his name tag, said as he eyed the trio. “And who might you be?”

“US Marshals, sir” Dean said as he flipped his badge open, mirroring his two siblings.

“Aren’t you a little young to be marshals?” Officer Harrington asked, directing his attention towards Campbell Grace.

“Aw, well, that’s awfully kind of you sir,” Campbell literally beamed. The sparkle in her eye, the soft smile, the slight head tilt. Again with the wow factor, Sam thought to himself. “So do you have any connections, other than the fact that they’re all male victims?” She continued.

“Nope,” Officer Harrington sighed, “to be honest, nothing, it’s so out of place.”

“Well that’s the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys,” Dean smirked. Campbell immediately stomped on his foot, causing him to wince. Sometimes she swore there was no way she was related to these idiots. Campbell shot the officers a warm smile, “I’m sorry, my partner here must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed. If you would excuse us...”

“Thank you for your time,” Sam offered as the three walked away.

Dean ran to catch up with Campbell before whacking her on the back of the head. “Ow!” She yelped, “what the hell was that for?!”

“Why did you kick me?”

“Why do you have to be such an asshat to cops?”

Sam snickered at his sister’s comment, earning a bitchface from Dean.

...

After meeting Troy’s girlfriend - and forcing Campbell to talk with her - Dean had suggested that the trio hit the books to gain more insight on the legend of the local highway.

Sam took the reigns, per usual with research, and quickly typed in some key words to the search engine. “Murder, highway, Jericho” he mumbled as he clacked away at the keyboard.

Zero search results.

“Let me try,” Campbell said as she whacked Sam’s hands away from the computer. Sam huffed, but finally gave way.

“What if it wasn’t murder?” She said as she typed in ‘suicide.’

76 search results.

“Ha!” She laughed in victory. “Alright looks here that Constance Welch killed herself after letting her kids drown in the bath tub,” her victorious stance fading as she continued to read, “she jumped off Old Hickory Bridge.”

“Hey, wait a second,” Dean said as he shoved his siblings out of the way, “does that bridge look familiar to you two?”

“That’s the bridge where we were earlier!” Campbell gasped.

“Thank you, Einstein,” Dean rolled his eyes, “looks like we’re taking a trip tonight, kiddos.”

...

As they walked onto the bridge Campbell shivered. She hated cases like these, they always gave her the creeps. You give her a vampire — sure, no problem — but suicidal spirits? No thank you.

“So this is where Constance took the swan dive, huh?” Dean sighed as he peered over the side of the bridge.

Ah Dean, he has such a way with words.

“I guess so,” Sam mumbled. “What now?”

“Well, this could take a while. We gotta dig.”

“You both know I can’t, I’ve gotta be back by-“

“Monday,” Dean grunted “law school, yeah we get it. You really think you’re gonna make it? Marry your girl, have a white picket fence?”

Campbell rolled her eyes, here we go, she thought.

“Yeah maybe,” Sam broadened his shoulders, “so what?”

“Boys,” Campbell pleaded them to stop before they started.

“No you know what, Sam? Just because you left doesn’t mean you’re better than this. You have a responsibility!” Dean cried.

“To what? Dad and his crusade?” Sam laughed in disgust.

“Jesus, here we go,” Campbell sighed. This was an argument she knew all too well.

“All dad ever cared about was finding the thing that killed mom! If it weren’t for pictures Campbell wouldn’t even know what she looked like!” Sam’s words rolled off like venom.

“Hey!” Campbell’s voice raised, “Listen here, asshole, I may not remember much about mom but at least I still give a damn about this family.”

Dean shoved his brother up against the beam of the bridge. “Don’t you talk about her like that,” he roared, “and don’t you talk to Campbell like that. We saved thousands of lives doing what we do and you know it!”

“Boys,” Campbell spoke hesitantly.

“What?” They snapped in unison.

“Who’s driving the car?”

The impala’s engined roared as the headlights bore into their eyes.

Dean pulled his keys from his pocket, “no one.”

“Go! Go, go, go!” Campbell screamed as the car charged the siblings. It had been so long that Dean had forgotten how damn fast she was.

The three siblings jumped over the bridge, only for Sam and Campbell to catch the railing unlike Dean.

“Dean!” They called for their brother. “De! Where are you?” Campbell cried out as she scanned the babbling river below.

“I’m fine!” Dean’s voice echoed from the riverbank. There he laid, panting, covered in mud and soaking wet. The two younger siblings let out a laugh as they took in the sight of him. “Hang on, we’re coming!” Sam shouted.

“That Constance chick what a BITCH!”

...

“One room please,” Dean grinned as he threw his credit card down.

“You guys having a family reunion or something?” The man behind the desk breathed out. “Had a guy about a week ago with the same last night. Booked a room for the whole month.”

Dean turned to his younger sister, to which she raised an eyebrow at him. Sam day there in confusion, did they developed telekinesis while he had been gone? What was he missing? But then it hit him too, John must’ve been here.

After bargaining with the motel clerk, Campbell came strutting out into the parking lot to meet her brothers. “Whatcha got, CG?” Dean called as he sat up from his spot on the impala’s hood.

“Dad’s room number,” she smirked, “aaaand our room keys.”

Dean and Campbell kept cover as Sam picked the lock to their father’s room. The usual. With a final yank, Sam threw open the door. “Ho-lee shit,” Campbell breathed out as the three stepped into the room.

“Well, looks like he up and left,” Sam sighed “again.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Campbell hummed as she surveyed her father’s room. Clutter. Everywhere. Papers pinned to the wall, newspaper clippings strewn about the room, a week old hamburger laying on the nightstand. Typical John Winchester fashion.

“Alright, Dean needs a shower, and I need some shut eye,” Sam turned to his siblings, “let’s head out.”

Dean emerged from the bathroom to find both of his siblings sprawled out on either queen bed. “Really?” He whined.

“You always get a bed,” Campbell retorted.

“Take to the floor, Dean-o.” Sam chuckled.

“Alright, well, I’m starved. Who’s up for grub?” Dean spun his keys around his finger after slipping into his clothes.

That caught Campbell’s attention. “I’m up.”

Sam waved off his siblings before turning to face away from the two.

Campbell trailed after her big brother as they made their way across the parking lot. “Hey De?” She asked, “how were things... ya know... after I left?”

“Campbell, look, I know you think- shit. Oh shit.” Campbell watched as her brother’s face drained of color.

“Sammy!” Dean called into his phone, “five-o, take off... no I got Campbell ... we’ll be fine ... go!”

“What was that-?” Campbell began before she was interrupted by Officer Harrington’s voice behind her.

“Fake credit cards, fake ID’s, you got anything that’s real?” The Officer hummed as he raised an eyebrow at the pair.

Dean began to chuckle, his facial expressions switching back and forth between fear and humor.

“My boobs,” Campbell beamed. Both Officer Harrington’s and Dean’s jaws dropped. “Hey, eyes up here, buddy.”

Within seconds, both siblings were handcuffed.

...

“You have some explaining to do, Miss,” the sheriff said as he paced the interrogation room they were holding Campbell in.

“I told you, Officer, my name is Ellie Smith and I’m on a road trip with my brothers.”

“Really, Campbell Grace?” The sheriff deadpanned as he threw John’s journal onto the table. “Then what is this?” He said as he flipped to a page with Dean’s name scrawled across the top and 4 numbers written below it.

Son of a bitch.

“Dean... that must be your brother right? See from what I can gather, you and your brother’s are satan worshippers.”

Campbell let out a laugh and threw her head back. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What to the numbers mean?!”

“They’re my high school locker code!” Campbell protested. Her mind was racing... four digits, what could that mean? Then it hit her like a load of bricks, coordinates. That damn marine.

“Enough! Your brother is about to confess, so you might as well-“ but the sheriff was interrupted by the door swinging open.

“Sir we just got a 911 call. Shots fired down at the park, all hands on deck” a lower ranking officer spoke as he looked from Campbell to his superior.

The sheriff groaned, stroking his mustache. “You gotta pee?” He looked to Campbell.

“Uh, no?”

“Good.” He said as he handcuffed her to the table, “we’ll finish we I get back.”

Campbell Grace counted to 30 before plucking the paper clip from her father’s journal and widdling her way out. She fiddled with the lock for a few short moments before slipping the cuffs and making her way towards Dean’s interrogation room.

“Fake 911 call, Sammy?” Campbell laughed as her brother picked up the phone, “a little dishonest if I’m being real.”

“Campbell! Listen! I figured out what dad was hunting-“

“Sam it doesn’t matter-“

“Ellie, it’s a woman in white! Constance’s husband was unfaithful!”

“Sam! Shut up, would ya? Dad left town.”

“What?” Campbell could hear the enthusiasm drain from Sam’s tone.

“Dad’s gone. He left coordinates for us. Black Water Ridge, Colorado. I’m with Dean we’re on our way to you.”

“What the-“ Sam’s voice was soon interrupted by a woman’s. “Take me home,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Campbell huffed. “Dean! Constance has Sam. We gotta step on it.”

...

Two shots rang out before Campbell could tell Sam to take cover. “Sammy!” She hollered as she ran with her beretta raised to fire, but Dean let out another round before she could.

Sam sat in the driver’s seat of the impala, Constance hovering over him. The oldest and youngest Winchesters stood firing rounds into a spirit, the dumbest thing they had done in a long time.

Constance’s spirit disappeared long enough for Sam to throw the impala in drive and send the vehicle lurching towards Constance’s house. “I’m taking you home!”

“Sam!” Campbell screamed as wood came flying every which way.

“My car! I swear to God,” Dean called as he followed his sister into the wreckage.

“Would you shut it?” Campbell threw pieces of wood aside as she raced to pull her brother from the car. “Hey, hey, easy big guy I got you,” she grunted as she lifted Sam from the car. Since when did Sam become a giant?

“Uh, Elle?” Dean stuttered as she threw Sam’s arm around her shoulder. “What?” She grunted as she turned to face Constance Welch. The spirit grinned before she slammed the siblings in between the impala and a chest of drawers. They squirmed under her invisible grip, but it was no use.

That’s when Campbell noticed the water that was pooling at the foot of the stairs.

“Mommy?” Two voices called out into the room. “Mommy, you’ve come home to us.”

All three Winchesters watched with wide eyes as two small children appeared before them. They threw their arms around their mother, and Campbell’s jaw dropped as Constance began to wail. The phantom screamed in agony as she melted into the floor in a bright flash of light.

The trio let out a breath as they felt the grip fade along with Constance. “Holy shit,” Campbell signed, “way to go Sammy!” She clapped her brother on the shoulder with a smile.

Sam winced at the contact. “Oops, I forgot” she giggled. Dean laughed, “let’s get out of here.”

...

“You know, we made a hell of a team back there,” Dean hummed as he glanced towards both of his siblings. The three had pulled into the parking lot in front of Sam’s apartment and were helping him collect his things.

“Dean, look, as good as it felt to get back in the saddle... you know I can’t stay. I have an interview,” Sam sighed.

“And I’ve got a bio assessment on Tuesday. I can’t miss it, if I fail I won’t get into-“ Campbell was interrupted by her brother.

“Med school. Yeah, I know,” Dean smirked painfully.

Campbell look at Sam, pleading him to change the subject. “So, uh, call me if you hear from dad,” Sam offered.

“This is it, huh?” Campbell said as she looked from brother to brother. “How about a reunion sometime I missed my boys.”

“Hopefully, sooner rather than later,” Sam chuckled as he pulled his baby sister into a hug. Campbell couldn’t lie, she had missed this.

She coughed as her brothers shook hands. “Oh come on!” Campbell whined as she pulled them both into a hug. That moment right there was the most content Campbell had been in a while, standing there wrapped in both of her big brothers’ strong arms. College was amazing, and she was thankful for the experience, but she missed her brothers. She missed her family.

“Alright, we better hit the road,” Dean sighed as he pulled away from the embrace.

“Right,” Campbell looked to her feet, “see you soon?” Her hazel eyes met Sam’s.

“Soon, promise.”

Dean and Campbell had hit the road back to Southern Cal and were halfway through singing “Ramble On” before static filled the car. “Oh come on!” Dean whined as he fiddled with the dials.

“Campbell Grace,” a deep gravely voice cut through the static.

Campbell’s hair stood on ends, “did you hear that?”

Dean turned to her in confusion, but there it was again - clear as day. “Sam. Go to Sam. Now!”

“Turn the car around.” Campbell blurted, Dean looked at her wide eyed, “what?”

“I said turn the damn car around! Sam’s in trouble.”

“How do you know?” Dean said as he threw the car in reverse in order to change their course.

“I don’t know! I just do! Trust me.”

“Hey, do you smell... smoke?” Dean glanced to his sister as they sped into the parking lot of Sam’s apartment for the second time that evening. Campbell and Dean looked up in horror to find Sam’s room ablaze. Dean scrambled to throw the impala in park and Campbell threw her door open and charged for Sam’s room. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?!” Dean hollered.

“It’s Sam! I have to go!” Campbell choked out as her tears began to fall. “He could be dead! We need to go!” This was it, this was possibly her brother’s fate. And she didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye.

“Not on my watch,” Dean grunted, “stay here. Call 911.” Campbell stood in shock after hanging up with the operator. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the flames lick the building’s exterior. Now she might lose both of her brothers. What would she do? How would she find their father? The thought of being alone in this world only made her cries turn into sobs. That’s when she caught a glimpse of Dean running out of the building with a lump thrown over his shoulder.

That lump was a distraught Sam.

“Boys!” She shouted as she raced towards them, almost tackling Dean.

There they sat; Dean holding his siblings as they sobbed hysterically into either of his shoulders, just like they had done the night of their mother’s death.

...

“Hey,” Campbell said softly as she reached to touch Sam’s shoulder. He flinched in response, but kept a straight face. “I’m sorry... about Jess” she tried to console him, but it was no use. Sam just stared forward into the trunk of the impala, his face expressionless. Campbell had never seen him like this - and she didn’t like it.

Dean walked over to the two of them after speaking with the fire marshal, “hey, so-“ he began.

“I’m coming.” Sam bluntly stated.

“What?” Campbell piped up.

Sam lifted his gaze towards his siblings, “we’ve got work to do.”

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