Hello all. So sorry that it has taken me so long to update. What with exams, school, drama, and all. Anyway, this is the fourth installment of "Crossroads"! Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean Winchester or anything else pertaining to the Supernatural show (b/c I am just that unworthy)

Sam and Dean took a seat in a nearby diner as they decided to plan their next move.

"So now what?" Dean asked with a lowered voice. "We can't just bust into the house. Not in a town this small. Our faces will be posted faster than you can say 'fiddler on the roof' if we were to get caught."

"Look here," Sam said as he opened up his laptop and clicked a few times. "I was looking at news headlines from the past thrity years. Turns out, this is not the first time a group of kids has gone missing."

Dean scanned the titles and then looked to his brother as a thought lit up his eyes.

"Don't you think it's a little suspicious that the Sheriff didn't tell us 'bout this?"

Sam nodded and then clicked again bringing up another window.

"And that's not the last of it. Now, look here," he pointed as a picture was displayed on the screen. "This was the crime scene from this morning. Notice the placement of the stones."

He then gave Dean a second to take in parts of the photo. The stones were in no particular order and there . They were just...there.

"Now," he clicked again bringing up another picture, only this one was labeled twenty seven years earlier, "look at this. Notice anything?"

The look of sudden realization glazed Dean's eyes.

"The stones are in the same place. You're thinking there's a link between the two cases?" Dean asked as he kept his eyes on the pictures laid out side by side.

"Not just two. Turns out this has happened at least four more times in the past thirty years. In the same place. Who knows how many more times this has happened in the years prior."

"So, what? You have an idea what we're dealing with?"

"Not at all. I mean, Louisiana voodoo, local kids gone missing, stone circle? It's too, 'all over the place'," Sam answered. "And there's nothing in Dad's journal about this place or anything pertaining to this case."

Dean just gave an exasperated sigh and fell back in his chair.

"Least we know it's a demon," he said. "Because of the sulfur. So that means, that we can't leave until we kill the thing."

"Order up!" a waitress called as she came by with a tray. "Two samplers right?"

Sam quickly shut his computer before the waitress got a look. Then the Dean and Sam both looked up and then found their waitress to be...well...different from everyone else they've seen so far in Calpico. She was definitely different. Straight brown hair, curious eyes, and olive skin tone. Everyone else around town had curly blond or brown hair, pasty white skin, and always looked around with tired eyes. Always tired eyes. But the brothers just assumed what they observed.

"You two were the ones who ordered the samplers right?" she asked.

"Huh?" Dean gasped. Then he quickly swallowed his drool and answered, "Uh-yea. Yea. Samplers. We ordered those. The samplers I mean."

The waitress just smiled, chuckled and then laid down the serving plate-sized dishes piled up with scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, and waffles.

"Anything else I can get you boys? More coffee? Glass of OJ? Freshly squeezed just this morning," she smiled.

Dean just smiled his usual smile and Sam just rolled his eyes at the fact of knowing what was coming.

"Did you happen to squeeze them?" the older brother asked.

"Yes actually," she answered as she held the round tray before her person with crossed arms.

"You must have really smooth hands then," Dean flattered. "I mean, I heard that citrus juice does that to skin."

The waitress chuckled and then looked to Sam. "He always like this?"

Sam nodded. "Pretty much, yea."

Then the two joined together in a small laugh while Dean forcefully shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"So anything else?" she asked.

"Just milk for me," Sam smiled.

"And a refill of coffee for me beautiful," Dean grinned with a pair of charming eyes as he held up his near-empty coffee mug.

"Coming right up!"

After the waitress walked away with their orders, Dean just looked at Sam with his 'big brother' eyes. Sam returned the look as if to say 'What?'

"Milk?" Dean asked. "Don't you think you're tall enough already? And milk?! Couldn't you order something more...I don't know...mannish?"

"Mannish?" Sam asked as he took a piece of bacon. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"Dude! You had the perfect opening!" Dean said as he pointed his thumb at where the waitress stood at the counter waiting for a refill of coffee.

"Dean, I'm not looking for an 'opening'. I'm a little more focused on the case. Besides, I wanted milk," the younger brother shrugged as he ate his eggs. "Anyways, we need to talk to Amy and find something else. Everything we have now gives us practically nothing to go on."

Dean nodded with a mouthful of waffles and then said, "I say we talk to the sheriff again. But, we'll talk to him tomorrow. Today, I wanna go to the library and look up some more stuff on those previous cases. Now eat your eggs before they get cold."

"Yes mom," Sam chuckled.

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"Sure we still have newspapers from then, " the old woman smiled as she pushed up her glasses. "Right this way boys."

Dean returned the smile and followed the librarian with Dean in tow. The library, according to the librarian/town historian, has been standing since the town was first built. Almost three hundred years ago. The wooden rafters were all original along with the windows. And the bookshelves have been standing in the same place they have been for the past couple centuries.

"I really must say that you boys are the first to do such research. I mean, this book you are writing must be very interesting," the woman said. "I mean, recounting histories of ancient unheard of towns like Calpico! That sounds so interesting! I must say, I am quite excited for it."

"Well," Sam shrugged, "We wanna make sure to get our facts right so...that's why we're here."

-This boy was always good with the older ladies,- Dean smiled to himself. "So, can you fill us in on any general facts about the town's history? Anything unusual and what not?"

"Unusual?" the librarian echoed as she held a finger up to her bottom lip as if in thought? "Well, there was that one incident a couple years ago that I remember quite vividly. If I recall correctly, Gus, one of the store owners over on Main St., got extra orders of toilet cleaner! A couple hundred of gallons in one shipment! Goodness, that caused an uproar. Course, we got that all sorted out. Turns out that the original client filled misspelled his own town's name!"

Then she gave a laugh that was a cross between a 'hohoho' and a mischievous cackle. Dean and Sam just gave a halfhearted laugh to seem friendly and then Dean just cleared his throat.

"Actually, I had another unusual in mind. I mean, has there ever been any records of paranormal activity or urban legends? Maybe anything that has to do with-I don't know-say...voodoo?"

"Voodoo? Why that's an odd-"

The librarian expressed a look of shock and juggled her attention between the two boys.

"Are you simply researching some...ghost stories just to have something to put the blame on for whatever happened to those kids in the forest?!" She said almost shouting. "Is this what this is all about? You should be ashamed! You should just let the dead rest in peace!"

Sam had his hands up in a defensive position with his palms forward as he tried to explain himself while the librarian continued with her rant.

"Ma'am, we assure you, this has nothing to do with that case. We only wish to research histories. And sometimes we like to include the local hauntings and such just to add to the book," Dean finally said with a voice that made the librarian stop in her tracks.

The three exchanged looks for a moment, and then the librarian pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and then continued leading them to the sources they asked for. All the while leaving the trio in an awkward silence. Behind the woman's back, Dean gave Sam a look as if to say, -Oh boy.-