Hello kiddies. Back with another chapter, I am. Please enjoy, and don't forget to review!- Heather

P.S.: My spacing between words kinda sucked in the last chapter, please forgive me.

Dicsclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Supernatural. If I did, though, Sam and Dean would probably spend the majority of the time shirtless.

Chapter Four: Daisy's Diner

"Hey, Dean. Dean! Get your lazy ass up!" Sam shook his sleeping brother's shoulder with extreme force.

"Hmm...?" Dean opened one eye lazily and looked around the room, his gaze stopping on his brother, who was already showered and dressed. "What? Why are you up so early?"

"Its not early, you idiot. Look." Sam grabbed the digital clock that sat on the nightstand and showed it to his half-asleep brother. The glowing scarlet numerals clearly read 10:30. "Its late. We are supposed to go and do research today. Get up."

"Fine, fine. Give me a minute." Dean rolled himself out of bed and slid into the pair of jeans and the t-shirt that were lying on the ground.

"You wore those yesterday." Sam wrinkled his nose.

Dean sniffed his shirt. "They pass the sniff test. Besides, all of my other clothes are dirty as well."

"I think the motel has a laundry room. We should do that once we get back from the library."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You mean you should do that once we get back, Mr. Mom. I have more important stuff to do."

"Oh, really. Like what?" Sam asked him, raising his own eyebrow.

"Like meeting some locals..."

"Cough girls cough." Sam coughed.

"And getting us some money. You know, for food and stuff." Dean looked away from his brother as he said this, but he knew that Sam would jump on his bones anyways.

"Dean, you're not gonna hustle pool, are you?" Sam asked him.

"You gotta do what you gotta do, Sammy." Dean slipped on his faded leather jacket and went outside, walking towards the car. Sam stopped and locked the door to the motel room before hurrying after his brother.

"I hate it when you do that. There has to be some way that we can earn an honest living for once, without stealing other people's money." Sam climbed into the passenger seat as Dean revved the engine.

They found the library with little difficulty. It was a tiny thing, and the nauseating green paint that coated the building was starting to peel off in strips. The door was almost rusted shut, but once inside, it was just a library like any other library.

"I'll look for books on Roseau history, you look for hauntings in the area." Dean instructed, walking towards a shelf that was labeled 'Roseau'.

"Okay. Meet you here in a half hour." Sam left.

The boys continued to thumb through hundreds of books on the library shelf, occasionally stopping and adding another one to the pile. After a half hour was up, they grabbed their stacks, checked them out at the front desk, and met at the door.

"Lets go somewhere quiet." Dean said. The brothers slung their book bags over their shoulders and headed onto the street, looking for a place that seemed at least a little bit secluded. They ended up going into Daisy's Diner, a little cafe that looked dilapidated on the outside, but quite nice on the inside. Not to mention it smelled like pancakes and the waitresses had very low cut uniforms.

"Hello, welcome to Daisy's. I'm Melanie, I'll be your server today." Dean smiled at Melanie. She was tall, thin, and very blonde and busty. "Can I get you guys a drink to start off?"

"Just water for me." Dean told her.

"Black coffee." Sam said. Melanie nodded and left the table.

"You guzzle black coffee like gatorade. Its not healthy." Dean said to his brother.

"Since when do you care about how healthy I am?" Sam asked, picking up the menu and looking through it.

"Since you were born..." Dean mumbled so that Sam wouldn't hear. He picked up his own menu.

"Water and a black coffee." Melanie came back andsat the cups down in front of their respective owners. "What can I get you to eat?" She pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Cheeseburger and fries." Sam said, handing her the menu.

"Same." Dean said.

"It'll be up in a few." Melanie smiled, although it was more directed to Dean, and left to the kitchen.

"Okay, what did you dig up?" Sam asked Dean, sipping his coffee.

Dean drew a blank. "Dig up? I didn't dig up anything. We were at the library, remember?"

"Not literally, you doof! What did you find out?" Sam blew a clump of dark hair off of his forehead in exasperation.

"Oh. Right." Dean grinned sheepishly. "I found out a lot. There was a murder in the town in 1879 that involved the man's heart being cut out. The victims name was William Friedmont, and he was killed by a woman named Hannah McManus."

"Hannah McManus. I read about her somewhere, hang on." Sam grabbed a book and flipped it to a page in the middle. "Hannah McManus was a dressmaker in 1879. She was married, but William Friedmont was her lover. Then he got engaged to another woman and Hannah killed him."

"He was found lying on the ground in the center of main street, his heart cut out and replaced with one made from black velvet. The velvet was identified as coming from Hannah's dressmaking shop!" Dean finished.

"Right, so the ghost must be William Friedmont!" Sam said excitedly.

Melanie came rushing over with their steaming plates. "You called?" She asked.

"Uh, no we didn't..." Dean was confused.

"Yes you did," Melanie told them. "You said Friedmont. That's my last name."

Ooh, the plot thickens, even if I do say so myself! I totally made this chapter up as I went along, I hope it doesn't suck too much!

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