Chapter 2:

Newspapers Lie

The sound of someone ringing her doorbell woke Robin up and she groaned, closing her eyes tighter as if it could block out the bright sunlight which shined through her windows above her bed. "What?" She asked to her empty room, aggravated as the doorbell continued to ring and Robin sat up, kicking her blankets off her and swinging her legs off the bed. Standing, Robin shivered, the chilly tile of her floor making her feet cold. Quickly, the female rushed to her closet and pulled out her large pink slippers and slipped her feet into them before she headed downstairs. Tossing her hair up in a sloppy bun, Robin adjusted her tank top a bit and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"All right!" She hollered, "I'm coming!" Taking the last few steps in anger, Robin unlocked her door and threw it open, only to become face to face with the two boys from earlier, Sam and Dean. They stared at each other before Robin slammed the door in their faces and re-locked it.

"Hey!" One of them yelled. Robin figured it was Dean, and when she headed into her kitchen and saw them trying to bang on her kitchen window in between the bushes she groaned.

Robin swiveled to the nearest clock. According to the stove it was only seven in the morning. She was going to kill them. Robin hadn't gotten even four hours of sleep thanks to the two idiots outside her house.

Robin seemingly snarled as she headed back to the front door. The guys appeared to notice and raced back to meet her. They were just getting to her stoop as Robin once more threw open her door.

"You woke me up at 7 in the morning!" She hollered at them uncaring if she woke the neighbors up.

"And we can tell you're not a morning person." Sam commented, trying his best to sooth her with his voice. Robin glared at them. "Listen," Sam stated, inching closer only to step back as Robin closed the door a bit. "We need to talk."

"You couldn't have waited until at least a decent hour?" She snapped.

"Seven's a decent hour." Commented Dean, as he gave Robin a smirk, tipping his cup off coffee in her direction.

"So is ten." Robin answered hotly. "Now what is so damn important that you had to wake me up for?" She asked, resting against her door and eyeing the two of them. Sleep tugged at her and she let her eyes droop a bit before snapping them back open. She didn't want these guys to see that she was so tired she couldn't barley stay awake.

Sam cleared his throat, glanced at Dean and then cleared his throat harder this time.

"We have some questions to ask you," Dean stated, holding up a manila folder. "about some things that had happened a few years ago."

Robin's eyes snapped open and stayed open this time, her full attention on the manila folder in Dean's hand. "What type of things?" She asked, her voice holding suspicion though she was sure she already knew. Everyone in this town most likely didn't forget the events 6 years ago. Who could? She was the talk of the town until she had left and probably even afterwards.

"There was a death six years ago. One of your friends died." Sam stated, eyeing Robin cautiously. He could tell she was staring intently at the folder, an unexplainable look on her face.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Robin cut in before the boys could continue; her voice cold and sharp like the edge of a knife. It sliced through whatever hopes the boys had in the investigation. Their theories proven by just the way she acted. Robin's eyes darkened and she took a step outside. "Don't come back." She hissed, slamming the door in their faces.

Dean stared at the red painted door and sighed. "That well went." He stated in a mock cheery voice before taking a sip of his coffee and turning on his heel.

"She must still not be accepting everything." Sam stated as they climbed into the Impala.

"Dude, she looked like she wanted to rip our heads off and feed us to the damn dogs of Hell. I don't think she wants to be reminded of how bad she was treated afterwards. They whole friggin town thought, and probably still thinks, she's crazy."

"Yeah…" Sam stated, taking the file from Dean and opening it. "You want to check the place out ourselves then?"

Dean sighed, turning the key in the ignition and letting the Impala reeve to life before pulling the shifter into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

As Dean slowed the Impala down to a stop, the boys gazed out the front windshield at the abandoned home. The home was in the middle of nowhere, the Winchester boys had only spotted one house along the way and that was a ways away by now.

"Is that it?" Dean inquired, rotating his head to the side to lazily gaze at Sam.

Sam jerked his head up and down, his eyes going from the map in his lap to the house outside. "Yeah, that's what the map says." The boys had stopped by a gas station along the way to ask for directions. At the curious questions of the girl behind the counter, the boys affirmed that it was for a paper they were doing for a local newspaper a few states over. Their editor, having heard about the uncommon death from a friend, sent them on their way to figure out what had really happened. Of course, after only minutes of discussing the topic, the girl began to mention Robin's name. Dean had been right; most of the town did still blame her for her friend Carmen's death.

Sighing, Dean turned the key in the ignition and the Impala died beneath them. Stepping out of the car, the Winchesters closed their doors simultaneously, before they walked to the front of the Impala and stared out at the dismal home that was once Mr. Tenors and his families. The worn down wood seemed to rot in places, the roof seeming to collapse completely on one side. Graffiti from what they could see, covered the outside of house and most likely the inside as well. The grasses surrounding the property were tall and weeds grew everywhere. Trees hugged the old home, their branches and roots holding fast to the property and not wanting to move. Mr. Tenor's property had once been a lush area according to the legend, but after almost 85 years of weather and man made mutilation, the area had become a mini wild and untamable jungle. The boys could barley see the house behind all the mess in certain areas and trying to find a decent pathway to walk through was like searching for a very small needle in a giant haystack. Eventually the boys gave up all together and trudge through, watching out for pricker bushes and poison ivy.

As they neared the abandoned house, Dean pulled out his EMF meter. With a flick of a switch the machine buzzed to life and immediately went off, whirling continuously no matter where Dean placed it. The two looked at each other, Dean's eyebrows raised as Sam scoffed.

"So this place really is haunted." Sam muttered, shoving aside a busted down door to climb through the small section that he had made.

"Who would have ever guessed it?" Dean commented, turning the EMF meter off and pocketing it. As Dean ducked down to follow his brother inside, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. "Sam!" Dean roared, shoving the younger Winchester down to the ground as a loud bang echoed in the small room and seemed to shake the unstable home on its hinges. "Shit!" Dean cursed, scrambling to his feet and going for his non existent gun. Not thinking that they would encounter something so soon, neither of the boys had brought any back up. Another shot echoed and both boys ducked instinctively and fled to the exit. Running through the jungle, the boys dashed to the Impala, jumped inside and floored it out of there.