Chapter 3 - Unexpected Answers

Sam and Dean slowly walked slowly into Mrs. Silvson's smelly apartment. Dean's eyes watered as he fought himself to plug his nose as he looked over to Sam who to no surprise was not bothered by the smell of old lady and their accompanying perfume.

'Sam! How nice to see you again!' Mrs. Silvson cried as she looked up to him taking her hands off her walker for just a moment to pinch his cheeks. Dean laughed quietly as Sam gave her a strained smile. 'Hello, Mrs. Silvson, how are you?' Sam asked politely. 'Fine, dear, just fine. How can I help you?' She said walking away with her walker, indicating them to follow her. 'We were just wondering if you need help around your apartment. Dean and I don't really have much to do today, so we figured maybe you could use a hand with something.' Dean had to hold in a groan. Leave it to Sam to put a perfectly good day of doing nothing to waste. Sam elbowed Dean in the side and walked into her little kitchen. Dean followed quietly from behind dodging two black cats that scurried past them both and out the door and down the hall.

Mrs. Silvson was just around Mr. Dunzen's age though her mental health was not as healthy as his. She seemed to act more like a child at times and then a great-grandparent on other occasions. Her short hair was white and frizzy and gave her a frazzled, hippie-like look. Sam, like he did all adults, enjoyed her presence-as did she his. But Dean on the other hand, made it clear that her errands were a waste of time and he had better things to do- Mrs. Silvson needless to say, did not enjoy his company as much. Though, as all the tenants in the building knew, where one brother went, the other was sure to be not too far behind.

'Well, isn't that nice of you.' She said with a smile. 'In fact, I have a couple of errands I needed to run, if you don't mind?'

'Not at all,' Sam said before Dean could say anything. 'We just have a favor to ask you, if that's okay.'

Mrs. Silvson looked up at them from her seat at the table. 'What can I do for you two?' She asked sweetly folding her hands.

'We've just been bored lately and needed something to do,' Sam began. 'If we could know more about the history of the building, maybe it would give us some chances to explore it a little more.' Mrs. Silvson smiled. 'Now that does sound like fun boys. We'll sit down and I'll try to tell you what I remember, my memory is a bit foggy though.'

Dean and Sam took seats next to each other at the table and opposite Mrs. Silvson. 'Hmm, well this may sound shocking but I've lived here since I was 18 years old. This may sound silly,' She wandered off and blushed. Dean and Sam exchanged confused looks. 'Well anyways, the day I moved in, I knew I met the love of my life. He was so handsome and kind. He helped me move in and even offered to take me out to lunch. His father owned this very building, they were pretty wealthy.'

Sam's interest was sparked at Mrs. Silvson's information. Especially the key information: 'His father owned this building?' He asked her making sure he heard her correctly. She nodded still smiling and apparently lost in thought. 'Come to think of it, he looked a lot like Dean.' Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam. Sam returned the look. 'Wouldn't that be Mr. Dunzen then? His father owned the apartment, and then he did.'

Mrs. Silvson shook her head. 'Wrong Dunzen. He had an older brother, George. But-'

'But what...?' Dean asked pushing for an answer.

'Oh, nothing.' She said quickly, rising from her seat. 'Now I think you boys owe me some errands if I'm right?'

Sam nodded and stood up, but Dean persisted. 'What happened to George then? Wouldn't he be the one to own the apartments now? He's the oldest right?'

'Dean,' Sam began. 'I don't think she-' but Dean held up a hand to shut him up. 'Please, can't you just tell us? Why isn't he the one to own this place?'

Mrs. Silvson bit her lip. She was torn what to do-tell them her secret or keep on acting like nothing had happened, now or ever.

'I don't know how to tell this. He was the love of my life. We were going to get married so soon too. But...'

'But what?' Sam asked quietly, almost unable to be heard by anyone.

'But, he was murdered.' She said simply looking up at them. Dean couldn't quiet put his finger on it, but something in the way she looked seemed like she knew a lot more than what she was letting them know. Though, Dean thought finally that it would be the best if he just dropped it for now.

'I'm sorry.' Sam said giving her an apologetic expression. She nodded quietly. 'I would like to stop talking about this now.' She decided whether or not she was talking to herself or them, neither of them knew. 'Uhm, we can still do those errands.' Dean said with a small role of his eyes not even knowing why he was offering still.

Mrs. Silvson's expression had changed and she was all smiles again. 'That would be nice.' She answered going to get a grocery list that she kept in her room. While she was gone, Dean began to take a look around. He opened a couple of draws and finally found something substantial.

'No way.' He said simply taking a photograph out of a draw.

'Dena, are you kidding? Put that back.' Sam ordered.

'Calm down, Sammy. It's not porn or anything.' Sam rolled his eyes and walked next to Dean. 'Well what is it then?'

'Unlike Mr. Dunzen's pictures hanging on his wall, I'm pretty sure that having them tucked away in a draw does indeed mean they're private.'

However, Sam also became shocked when he saw the picture as well. It was the same picture that Dean and Sam had seen hanging in Mr. Dunzen's apartment; the one of Mr. Dunzen and the woman dressed in a wedding gown.

Sam looked at Dean, 'You don't think?'

'I don't know what to think, Sammy. This is confusing as hell if you ask me.'

They could hear Mrs. Silvson coming slowly back into the room and Dean stuffed the picture into his pocket and slammed the draw shut.

'Now I know the list isn't that long, but it would be a great deal of help to me if you boys could just get these things for me.' Mrs. Silvson said as she handed Dean the list. When she looked at him now, he noticed she had a certain twinkle in her eyes as if she was remembering something from long ago. Dean tried to fight back the look of disgust from his face and cleared his throat.

'Do you think you could tell us more about the building when we come back?' He asked politely giving her a charming smile. Mrs. Silvson sighed, 'Well I suppose so.' She answered, satisfying both Dean and Sam. 'Though I'm almost certain that Mr. Dunzen could tell you a lot more about it.'

Sam nodded. 'He wasn't as informative as you were, but we'll try again; thanks.'

Dean and Sam made their way out of the apartment and were stopped again by Mrs. Silvson. 'Just don't let him know the things I told you,' She said quietly. 'It's private stuff you understand?' The brothers both nodded and made their way out again, this time bumping into Mr. Dunzen.

'Whoa there, boys.' He said with a smile. 'What are you all up to in there?' He asked looking past them into Mrs. Silvson's apartment suspiciously. 'Now Clark, how long have you been outside my door, hmm? I was just having these boys go run some errands for me at the grocery store. Is there anything you need?'

Mr. Dunzen seemed to ignore her looking from her to Dean and then Sam. 'No... I was planning on going there anyways on my way out. The electrician should be coming sometime for these damned lights.' He said indicating the flickering lights, which had now made its way out to the hall.

'Mhm, well I'm sure it's nothing the electrician can't fix right, Clark? I mean, it is only faulty wiring or something I'm sure.' Mrs. Silvson said sarcastically.

Sam noticed this and wondered if there was something going on that they both knew about. There had to be something more than just faulty wiring that was making the lights flicker. 'Of course, Margaret. What else could it possibly be?'

'A spirit.' Dean said simply drawing attention to himself from everyone. Sam's chin dropped as far as it could go. He couldn't believe Dean had just said something like that just out in the open to ordinary people.
'Well Mr. Dunzen, that's what you've told us causes flickering lights right? I was just going on what you were saying.'

Mr. Dunzen also seemed to be in some sort of shock but came to when he answered Dean. 'Oh Dean come on, you're old enough to know those things aren't true right?'

Sam could almost feel the heat radiating off of Dean. Way to make an impression, Sam thought, by insulting Dean as best you could. Sam noticed that Dean was about to go on with this argument but decided it was best to interfere. 'Well, we should be going to do these errands now. We'll be back Mrs. Silvson.'

Mrs. Silvson smiled and nodded. 'Thank you, boys.' She called off as they went down the hallway- Dean basically stormed his way down and Sam had to jog to catch up to him- leaving Mrs. Silvson and Mr. Dunzen behind.

Inside the elevator, Dean took the picture back out of his pocket. Sam came closer as they both inspected it. 'Well so what do you think?' Asked Sam looking for any clue he could in the picture. Dean shrugged. 'The only possible explanation I'm going for is that Margaret and Clark, they're married. How can they both just have the same old picture? I'm pretty sure it's not one of the Kodak moment pictures that stores put in the frames when you buy it just to make your picture your putting in their look like crap.'

Sam looked up at Dean and rolled his eyes. 'Great explanation, Dean, really.' Dean just looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. The lights expectantly began to flicker as the elevator moved more and more down the shaft. 'Okay, so if it's a spirit we're dealing with then we have to find the bones and salt them, yada, yada, yada. You get it. It's really that simple. But it's just really all that more complicated.' Dean continued. 'I mean, we have to actually know the reason all this crap is happening, what if we do this and nothing changes? What if something bigger is involved in this?'

'Something bigger?' Sam asked. 'Like what?'

Dean shrugged and groaned as the elevator lights flickered off and the elevator came to a complete stop. 'Come on!' He yelled kicking at the wall. The lights soon turned back on and they began moving down the shaft again.
'What can I say? It's a gift.' Dean smiled as he looked at Sam. Sam huffed and took the picture away from Dean. He looked it over carefully and even looked on the other side of it. 'Well that was easy.' He said waving the picture in Dean's face. 'Margaret and George. That's pretty helpful.'

'But she said she didn't get married.' Dean said recalling some of the conversation he had listened to. Sam shrugged. 'People lie, Dean. I mean, just look at us.' Dean looked at Sam like he had no clue what he was talking about. Sam just shook his head and walked outside of the building into the warm sunlight.

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Mr. Dunzen watched Dean and Sam walk away and turn the corner before turning back to Mrs. Silvson.

'Margaret, what ever were you talking to them about?' He asked faking curiosity. Mrs. Silvson raised her eyebrows. 'Does it matter? That's business between the boys and me. Nothing to get yourself worked up about.'

Mr. Dunzen sighed. 'Now you wouldn't be saying anything you shouldn't be about George now are you?' He stepped a little closer to her walking into the apartment. 'Because that would be bad news for both of us.'

'Oh please Clark,' She laughed walking away from him. 'You know I'd be well more off than you, dear. You do know that tomorrow will be the 30th anniversary of his death don't you? And you remember what happened last year, hmm? But don't worry, I'll still keep your little secret. But you might want to watch those boys. I think they're figuring out that these flicking lights are more than the faulty wiring the buildings had for more than 30 years. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do.' She abruptly nudged him out of her apartment and slammed the door in his face. Mr. Dunzen stood there for a moment contemplating what to do when someone caught his attention.

'Ah, John. How are you this afternoon?' He asked as he saw John emerge from his apartment. John gave him a quick glance and sighed. 'I'm doing just fine. Have you seen my boys lately?'

Mr. Dunzen shook his head, 'I saw them scurry into the elevator not too long ago. But I'm sure they're not causing any trouble.'

John's faced seemed tenser by the second. 'They don't just leave without telling me…' He mumbled just loud enough for Mr. Dunzen to hear.

'Well boys will be boys.' He smiled. 'Anyways, I better be off. I have some errand to run.'

'Yeah? Maybe you could buy some light bulbs that I keep wasting my money on. This building seems to go through them daily.' John stated indicating towards the lights with his eyes. He also thought there was something more to the flickering then old age of the building.

Mr. Dunzen nodded. 'We'll see what I can do.' He said politely and left.

As he got into the elevator, Mr. Dunzen sighed and closed his eyes. The doors shut and he noticed he wasn't going anywhere. As he went to push the button, he jumped back in panic at what he saw facing him in the glass of the elevator doors. Facing him as clear as day was his brother, George. Mr. Dunzen rubbed his eyes, as most people would do to make sure they weren't crazy. But sure enough his brother was there in front of him like he wasn't dead.

The elevator started moving finally and Mr. Dunzen pushed himself far against a corner of the elevator shaking his head.

'N-no, you're- you're dead!' He yelled pointing at his brother who just stood there staring at him. His brother smiled at him and shook his head. 'Go away!' He screamed. His brother looked at him with sad eyes. He put his hands to his heart and his face began to contort in pain. He fell to his knees and looked up at Mr. Dunzen who was wide-eyed and sweating. Blood began to pour through George's hands and soon pooled on the ground before him. Mr. Dunzen stepped closer to the mirror and felt something wet seep through his shoes. Looking down he also saw blood pooling beneath him opposite from his brothers reflection. He looked back at George who had a look of confusion on his face as he reached out to his younger brother. 'No!' Shouted Mr. Dunzen. 'This isn't my fault you bastard! You put this all on yourself!'

The elevator doors began to open bringing George with them and leading Mr. Dunzen into the garage below the building. He took off at full speed panting and panicking through the parking lot to make it to his car. How could that have just happened?
He thought to himself. He sat down in his car slowly and rubbed his hands over his face. This happened every year; but he never really saw it coming every time his brother showed up. Sometimes it was in the elevator, other times in his bedroom. Next time,
who knew where he'd be? Mr. Dunzen started his car and started to back out of his parking space. When he looked back into the mirror, he was only slightly surprised to see his brother staring back at him. 'What the hell do you want, George. They won't let you in heaven or something?' He laughed at his own joke as he began to drive through the garage. When he looked back in the mirror, George had vanished. Mr. Dunzen raised his eyebrows. Had it been that easy? He was going to leave him alone now? His thoughts were interrupted suddenly as an invisible force floored the gas pedal and the car began driving itself. Mr. Dunzen began to panic trying to get hold of the wheel, but it was too overpowering. 'George, please! Stop it!' But the car continued to pick up speed and made it's way to the exit. Mr. Dunzen fought as hard as he could try to stop the car, but nothing would work. He stepped on the brake and even pulled the emergency brake; but nothing would let up. As he neared the exit two forms caught his attention passing it. There was Dean and Sam with the groceries that they had promised to but Mrs. Silvson.

Mr. Dunzen looked at them with wide eyes. As he got closer and closer to the boys his body felt frozen, like there was nothing he could do. As Dean neared the middle of the exit path he turned to yell something to Sam but was sidetracked by the car that was heading towards their direction. Mr. Dunzen pressed on the horn but it was too late as he watched Sam dive out of the way of the car and Dean fly onto the windshield with a sickening thud. Groceries went everywhere as Dean's body rolled up over the hood and the rest of the car falling onto the ground behind the car. Tears welled in Mr. Dunzen's eyes as the car finally came to a stop and turned itself off. 'George...' He mumbled through his hands that were at his face wiping away tears.

'Dean!' He heard the voice of Sam call from behind him.

'Dean!' He heard again coming from the voice of their father, who was now running to the side of his son.

Mr. Dunzen looked back up to the mirror. 'How could you do this?' He asked his brother who was looking at him though the mirror. 'I'm sorry for what I did. Why make my life a living hell?!' He screamed at his brother. George just simply looked at him through the mirror, his words unaffecting to him. Through the mirror, Mr. Dunzen saw George reach for him and felt his hand on his shoulder. His vision got blurry as he felt George's arm reach into him and disappear. 'George...?' he asked as his vision began to blur and he could feel his brother disappearing inside of him,
paralyzing him from controlling his own body and actions.

Wow. Sorry this took sooo long to put up. I've been trying to make this as good as I can get it, so you'll enjoy it. I hope you do. Read and review. It'll motivate me to think up what happens next with poor Dean :(

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