House of Mercy
Chapter 1
Sam and Dean sit at a small diner in Nebraska an hour outside of Iowa. The waitress with a husky voice asks, "What'll be boys".
"Two coffees, black" Dean replies not taking his eyes off the paper. Sam, staring out the window into the darkness, nods his head in agreement.
"A Family Massacre in Roberts, Iowa. No murder weapon, no finger-prints and no witnesses. It says here that everyone except the wife was found in their rooms on the floor at the foot of their beds with their throats cut. The wife was found on the kitchen floor. No suspects at this time" Dean quietly read aloud the paper. "What 'cha think?"
The waitress returns with the coffees and sets them in front of the two men. "You want anything else?"
Sam turns away from the window and replies, "No thanks".
The waitress states, "That will be a buck twenty whenever you're ready".
Dean reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and gives the waitress two dollars. "Keep the change".
As she walks away Sam tells his brother "Sounds like a hunt to me. How far away is it?"
"We can make by dawn if we drive straight through the night", Dean replies.
"Ok" Sam stares out the window.
Early the next morning, the two brothers are sitting in a local hotel room researching the murders and the houe. Sam is sitting at the computer researching the house history. Dean sits on the bed reading and re-reading the last three days newspaper. He convinced the hotel manager the old papers would help the brothers decide what to do during their visit. "You got anything?" Dean asked Sam.
"Looks like the house is an old farmhouse built around 1930 by a Walter Richmond. Now, Walter was a wealthy oil man and mayor of Roberts during the 30's. No murders or foul play occurred at the house….oh, here is something of interest though. The Peterson's bought the house in 1999 from Walter's great, great-grandson. It appears that no one has lived in the house since Walter died in 1964 at the age of 60. It seems that the local people believe the house is haunted which is why it was empty for 35 years. The Petersons moved here from Des Moines and were not aware of the stories." Sam looked up from his computer.
Dean raises an eyebrow and replies, "Well, let's check out the house".
The two brothers get into the car and head north toward the farmhouse.
"The scenery is nice here, huh, Sammy?" Dean asks Sam who is staring out the window.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Pretty." Sam replied barely taking his eyes off from the cornfields and rolling hills.
"You okay? You seem alittle lost in your thoughts?" Dean questioned Sam.
Sam looks away from the window. "Yeah, I am fine." He looks down at the map. "Take a right here".
Dean puts on the brakes and make a quick, sharp right turn. "Thanks for the warning." Dean menuevars the car onto the curvey, dead end road.
After two miles of idle chit-chat about the weather and scenery, the two pull up to a rusty gate swaying in the wind. Dean pulls up and stops the car in front of the gate. The two grab a few essentials from the trunk and approach the gate blocking the gravel lane. The lane twists through a vast over-run estate, and stops at a large farm house. Dean ducks under the crime scene tape followed by Sam.