AURTHOR'S NOTES: there was no note in the last chapter. I just wanted to let others know that the Treaty Chronicles begins in the beginning in the second season of SUPERNATURAL. Another thing, I really like this song 'Til the casket drops. At home I have no internet so I do not know who the singer is; all I know is that the song is not mine and that it was sung for pretty little liars. I'm not so sure about the lyrics too, I wrote down what I heard. This song reminds me of the Treaty brothers and their devotion for one another. Well that's enough blabbing, here's the story.

'Til The Casket Drops- The Treaty Chronicles

The moon was just sliver,

The light was fading,

The war was on its way,

And we were waiting,

You asked me how long I'd stay by your side,

So I answered with only just one replay,

'Til the casket drops,

To my dying day,

'Til my heart beat stops,

'Til my legs just break.

Story One- Haunted House

Chapter Two:

Gray clouds prevented the stars from showing through the night sky. The streets were deserted, not just from the rain that beat down against the ground but from the fact that it was in the middle of the night, almost early morning. Right outside a small town surrounded by woods sat a small cottage like inn.

The fat rain droplets beat against the roof of the small building. Inside the room on the second floor, the light was still on. At the table inside the small kitchen that sat at the far side of the room, a man sat staring at the screen of his laptop. He had short black hair with bangs that touched his forehead. He swept his hand across his face, sweeping his bangs from his hazel brown eyes. He let out a sigh as he looked at the clock and saw the time. He closed the laptop and walked over to the two beds at the other end of the room.

On the bed furthest from the door laid two boys. The larger of the two was on the right side, curled on to his side with his face buried in to his pillow, almost fourteen. His hair was cut short on the sides and back but his bangs fell over his eyes and on to his pillow. He had on a faded gray hoodie sweater and a pair of basketball shorts on. His right hand was under his pillow and the man knew why he had it under there; he was clutching his hunters' knife he kept underneath there. The smallest laid on the left, stretched out on his back, eight years old. He had long black hair that covered his pillow and forehead. He had the same kind of sweater on but it looked almost like a dress on him, all he had on underneath been his boxers.

The man smiled at his two younger brothers as they slept. He laughed quietly when he saw they weren't covered. They had bot kicked them off in their sleep. He checked the clock again and saw it was almost three thirty. He went to the bathroom, stripped and got in to the shower. The water woke him quickly. The water was cold at first jolting him awake, and then slowly got warm. By the time he got out the water was at a good temperature. He walked out at four ten to find his middle brother sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. With only a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked over to his bed and grabbed his clothes and began to dress.

"Do you have any shame Caleb?" asked the boy in a quiet voice that told he had just woken up. He had made the mistake of looking over at his brother as he dropped his towel.

Caleb laughed as he buttoned his jeans. "Sadly, Connor, there is really no shame between brothers like you and I." The only response from Connor was a grunt. "Oh, come now, there is absolutely no need to be embarrassed. I'm the one that would change your dippers after all." He turned his head for a second only to have a pillow fly through the air and hit him on the back of his head. He turned to have the door from the bathroom slam on him. He could hear the shower start and the shout of his teenage brother, "You're such an ass Caleb Treaty!" He only chuckled under his breath and shook his head.

"What's all the noise about?" the small boy that was still on the bed, sent his brother a glare for waking him up so early in the morning. "Are you two out of your blooming mind, why are you two up so early in the morning. The sun isn't even up." with the back of his sleeve of his two big sweater the whipped the sleep out of his eyes. His hair stood up on all ends from sleep.

"Hey there sleepy head I was just about to wake you up. Connor's in the bathroom right now so after he's done you get in. Got it Kelly, and don't just wet your hair, take a shower and wash your whole body with shop and water."

The little boy walked to the small kitchen, pulling out a bowl, cereal, spoon, and milk. He sat at the table and began to eat. He looked at the papers all over the table and looked up at his brother. "What's the case you're taking on?"

Caleb was putting away clothes in to his duffle when Kelly spoke. "There has been a recent kidnapping in a town not too far from here. There have been others in the past three years alone and probably more before that. All young boys, ranging from seven to eighteen."

"So what you're saying is that these kids just disappear one day. How does that involve us?" Connor had come out of the shower, dressed in his jeans and no shirt on. His towel was around his neck as he dried his hair.

"It has to do with us because all the kids that went missing were all reported last seen at a house that sits outside the woods and town. All were dared to spend the night there by others." Caleb poured himself and Connor a cup of coffee and sat by Kelly picking up a piece of paper. "There have been about four abductions a year. Most kids that go in don't come out. Their bodies are never found, once one goes in it most likely they never come out." He sipped his coffee and ran his hand through his hair and down is face over his week old stubble. "I need to talk to the family of the boy that just went missing."

"How long ago was he taken?" asked Connor. He poured himself more coffee and grabbed his own bowel of cereal. He looked down at the pictures thrown across the table and picked one up. "Are these the kids that went missing?"

"Yeah, why?" asked Caleb.

"Look at this." Connor laid all the pictures side by side. He pointed at the photo of a small by then the ones next to it. "Look at the kids, they all have the same looks and something else in common with each other." Neither of his brothers spoke up and only gave him blank stares. "They're all boys; all have dark hair and light eyes. Whatever is taking these kids want ones that look a certain way."

The sun didn't show later that morning, the rain storm and clouds saw to that. A gray Nissan pathfinder cut through the rain and darkness. At the driver's seat sat Caleb, he kept his eyes on the rode as he sipped his coffee with one hand on the wheel. Connor sat in the back with Kelly doing homework that should have been done the night before. They pulled up to the school, Caleb turned to them. "I'm going to go speak to the family of the missing boy, I want you to go straight to the library after school and help me out. Look up the legends that surround that house. We need to know what it is." They moved to get out of the car when Caleb's voice stopped them. "Connor, look after Kelly, keep him safe. And Kelly, listen to him, what he says goes got it." They both nodded and ran out for the school.

Connor shook his head getting the water off his head, cleaning his glasses with the tail of his shirt. Kelly ran up to him and tried to dry himself off too. He looked up at his brother as he pushed his glasses against his almond shaped hazel eyes. "Are you really going to leave me to the elementary school?" his voice was on the verge of panic. Kelly had never really been away from either of his brothers for more than a couple of hours, always having one by his side.

"You're eight years old now Kelly Anthony, you can spend a few hours without me holding your hand. If you do have problems then come and get me." His brother grabbed his brother's shoulder and guided him to his first class. "Just don't get into any fights or trouble 'kay?"

Kelly dwelled at the door looking in at all the kids that sat at the desks. "I hate having to make new friends." Connor smiled, patted him on the head then left for his own class. "It's going to be a long day." Kelly whispered to himself.

Caleb pulled up to a row of homes. He pulled his black coat on then went to the house on the far left. He got out of the car and went to the front door. After the first knock on the door it opened to show a woman. She had blonde hair tied back in to a ponytail and her blue eyes were blood shot from crying.

"Hello ma'am, I'm FBI agent Alex Park, I'm here regarding your son, Charlie's, disappearance. Can I come in to speak to you, please?" the woman nodded and opened the door further to let him. She led him to the living room offering him a seat and sat across from him.

"What is it you want to know? I've already talked to the police." She took up a tea cup in her hand then put it down. "I'm so sorry," she let out a nervous laugh and stood up. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No ma'am, no thank you. I'm here to investigate a string of disappearance involving young men and boys. Your son is the most recent." Caleb took out a small note book. "What was your son doing right before he was taken? Was he having dreams or maybe seeing things?"

"No, no he was always with his brother; the night he was taken he was supposed to be in bed. He was there when I went to sleep and gone when I woke up." She looked down at her tea cup, running her finger over the brim.

"Did you go in to his room and found him gone or was it something else?"

"Um, it was my oldest son; Kyle came into my room that morning telling me he was gone." She ran her hand through her bangs. "Kyle went to the woods to go camping with his friends that night. Kyle said that Charlie snuck out and followed him. All Charlie ever wanted to do was what his brother was doing. But when Kyle came home that morning, he told me that Charlie was taken. I went to his room and found him missing."

"Did Kyle ever say what took him?"

"He never said really. He told the police that Charlie walked into the house at the end of the woods and never came out. He kept saying that the ghost got him, that the ghost that haunts the house won't give him back. When the police searched the house, they didn't find him. The police said that Kyle was in shock and that the person that took Charlie probably lured him into the house and took him somewhere else."

"Kyle saw it happen?"

"Yes, he was the only witness the police have. But Kyle won't tell them what really happened to Charlie, he won't even tell me. He just seems to have it stuck in his head that it was a ghost."

"Where is Kyle right now ma'am? Can I speak with him?"

"He's at school right now; he wouldn't stay home so I sent him to school."

"What school does he attend?"

"Kripke Woods School, the school is from kindergarten to twelfth grade."

Caleb nodded as one thought went through his mind, 'That's the same school Kelly and Connor are attending.'

Connor moved to a table in the lunch room, his tray of food balanced in one hand and his Latin book in the other. He wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going when he bumped into some one. He dropped his tray and his book, both landing on the floor with a big thud. He looked up and saw a boy from his class. 'What was his name again?' he thought to himself, 'Daniel I think.'

"I'm sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going. It's my fault." Connor bent down and picked up his book and replaced his spilt food on the tray.

"You bet it's your fault." said the boy, Daniel, with a smug voice. He kicked Connor's book out of his hand.

Connor let out a sigh and stood up, dusting off his pants with the back of hands. "Well then I take it back. It seems that your nothing but a right found git. I'm not sorry after all."

The boy turned around and gave him glare that was meant to intimidate Connor. "What did you say to me?"

"Are you the small town big shot? It seems I have to use small words for you to understand, I said you were a git. That usually means that you're an idiot." Connor took his tray and put it on the trash can.

"You seem to talk a big talk, but can you back them up?" Daniel smiled as he saw Connor stop in his tracks and turn around. "Oh, looks like I struck a nerve."

"You have struck nothing." He went over to the door and turned to see Daniel steaming with anger. As he turned to walk out another boy pushed past him to go into the cafeteria. Connor bowed to apologize, but he saw the boy move towards Daniel.

He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and raised his clenched fist to punch him. Two other boys pulled him off before he could actually land a blow. He was dragged a few feet away from Daniel and held back. "Calm down Kyle, it won't do you any good." whispered one of the boys holding him.

"It's his fault that Charlie is missing! He made him go in to that fucking house! Nothing would have happened if he hadn't made fun of him! He's gone because of him!" Connor moved to Kyle and pushed the other boys off him.

"Punching him might make you feel better but it won't change the fact that your little brother isn't here." Kyle stared at him for a long minute then nodded. "Let's go sit down and cool off for a bit." He lead him out to the court yard, he sat down under a tree and looked over to Kyle. "What exactly happened to your brother?"

"You're not from around here are you?" Kyle asked. When Connor shook his head he continued. "There's a story about a house at the ends of the woods, it's called the Harris house. It's said that a murder was committed."

"Who was murdered?" asked Connor.

"The wife of Robert Harris, Molly Cast Harris." Kyle ran his hand over his face.

"Who murdered her? Why was she murdered?"

"Robert himself, one night he lost his mind and killed his family, in the morning all of them were found dead."

"Did you and your brother go there?"

"It was supposed to be a joke; I was invited to go camping with some of my friends. I didn't know that Daniel and his pack of idiots would be there; and I definitely didn't expect Charlie to follow me. He had asked me that night if he could go but I thought he was too little to hang out with me. He didn't listen and Daniel likes picking on little kids. He dared Charlie to spend the night in the house so he could hang out with us."

"Why do you think your brother was taken?"

Kyle leaned down and put his face into his hands on his lap. His shoulders shook slightly; when he rose there were tears at the corner of his eyes. "There have been disappearances of people who go into that house. Most aren't from around here and are runaways but once someone goes in there is a strong possibility they might not come out. I didn't want him to go in but he wanted to prove that he wasn't a baby, so I let him go; I mean I was just outside so that I could go get him if anything happened. I heard him scream but when I went in to get him he was gone. I couldn't find him anywhere in the house, but do you know what the scariest part of it was?"

Kyle stood up, keeping his back to Connor; he stared off at the students move to class as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. "I saw a figure in the window right before I went in and right after I came out; in the same window both times."

"What did it look like, where exactly did you see it?"

"It looked like a woman, she was dirty and her skin was so pale. She looked really spooky, almost like she was dead. That's how I know it was the ghost that took Charlie." He turned as he spoke. "She has to be the ghost that haunts that house." He looked Connor in the eyes. "You don't believe me do you, no one else does."

Connor stood up and looked right back at him. "I do believe you. My brother is investigating your brother's disappearance; I think that what you told me could help him."

"Do you really think so? Could he really find my little brother?"

"I hope so." Connor let out a sigh.

AURTHOR'S NOTES: there you have it. Please reviews, if you have questions about anything in this story ask away. I'll update when I can. For now, Summerstar is sighing off. Love yawl.

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