By mid afternoon, Sam and Shelby had found out the history of the house and Harley and Dean had information about previous renters of the house. Dean and Harley picked up Sam and Shelby and then went to a diner to eat.
Once the group walked in, Dean scoped out the diner to find a booth in the back so that they would not be over heard. He led the way to a booth and slid in to sit by the window. Harley who was behind him slid in across from him with Shelby beside her. Sam took a deep breath and looked at his brother with a questioning glance. He shrugs and then sits beside his brother.
A moment passed and the waitress came to take their orders. "What can I get for ya'll?" the waitress asked cheerily.
"I'll take cheese burger all the way with fries and a chocolate milk shake," Dean replied with a smile.
"I'll have the same," said Sam.
"And for you ladies…What can I get for ya'll?" the waitress asked again.
"Umm just fries for me," Harley replied flatly without looking up.
"I guess I'll take some cheese sticks," Shelby replied in the same tone.
The waitress wrote down their orders and then walked away quickly. Sam and Dean stared across the table at Shelby and Harley who still hadn't made eye contact.
Dean takes a frustrated breath before he turns to Sam, "What did you find out about the house?" Dude, she just needs to figure out what is wrong and get back to me. We have a hunt that we need to be concentrating on.
"So, the house was built by Charles Covington for his wife Rosalin. Charles and Rosalin lived there with their daughter Rose and Charles' father Fredrick. Charles and Rosalin were matched to benefit both families. Charles needed an heir and Rosalin needed money," Sam explained as he looked from Shelby to his brother. Shelby is always distant but this is just plain cold.
"Were there any violent deaths in the house?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, ummm… both Charles and Fredrick died in the house. There was some sort of dispute and they both fell down the stairs," Sam answered.
"What were they fighting about?" Dean asked.
"No one knows. What about the people that rented the house?" Sam asked.
"Well over the last eight years or so, about fifteen families have lived in the house," Dean said.
The waitress brought out their food. Sam and Dean stopped talking as she passed out the plates. Before she left, Sam and Dean gave her a smile and thanked her. Both girls began picking at their food as the boys poured out ketchup and started to munch on fries. Dean finished with the ketchup and placed it in front of Harley. She didn't notice.
"I know that you will want to drown each fry into a vat of ketchup," Dean tried to joke. Harley simply shrugged and continued to pick at her fries.
Sam spoke up after Dean started to eat, "Did any of the other people that lived in the house have problems?"
"The only way that we can tell that is if the occupants did not follow through with the lease. We will have to look at that when we get back to the house," Dean answered between bites.
A couple of hours later, the four hunters were in the boys' room with several stacks of paper scattered throughout. Sam sat beside Shelby on one bed and Dean sat with Harley on the other. The girls seemed to be tense and the boys lounged on the beds with their backs against the head boards of the beds.
Sam tapped his notebook with his pencil before speaking up, "I've got it! All of the families who ran out on the lease have a pattern. These families either had no children at all or had daughters."
Dean looked at Sam confused, "Why would the kids matter?"
"Back then inheritances were left to the males. Every family had to have a male for the family fortune to go to. Charles and Rosalin were married to benefit both families. Maybe Charles was angry at his father for matching him to someone who did not give him an heir," Sam suggested as he stood up and went to another pile of papers that were stacked on the dresser.
"I get what your saying. We need to salt and burn Charles Covington's bones," Dean stated. "This can be a done deal in a matter of hours."
"It is already dark and we know where he is buried. The sooner we get this done the better for Eve," Sam stated.
"You know I'm in. Let's go," Dean said as he grabbed his brown leather jacket and headed to the door with Sam following still slipping his jacket on.
As Dean opened the door, he looked back at the room and noticed that the girls had not moved. "You ladies going to join us?" Dean asked. Would you now like to put your ass to work? Dude, me and Sam have figured out this entire hunt.
"We will stay here with Eve," Harley answered as she looked up at Dean.
"You sure?" Sam asked. The question was directed more towards Shelby. This is not like Shelby she usually wants to take over. What is up?
"Let's go!" Dean said before Shelby could answer. Dean walked out and Sam slowly followed.