Title: Do you believe
Rating: PG-13 (it could eventually changed)
Show: A crossover between One Tree Hill and Supernatural
Pairings Mainly Dean Winchester and Peyton Sawyer, on the sideway Lucas Scott/Brooke Davis, Nathan Scott/Haley James
Summary: Dean and Sam are following a trail their father, John, left for them to follow. This trail leads them to this little town in North Carolina called Tree Hill. There, there is a mystery for them to solve, bloody murders are happening and all of them have found no explanations. Dean and Sam are on the case. While solving the mystery, they meet Peyton, a girl that troubles Dean to no end. She affects him so much the he doesn't recognise himself when he's around her. Peyton feels attracted to him, but she isn't ready to get close to any other men, not after the heartbreak she suffered when Jake left. Will they be able to give their hearts away? Will Dean feel confident enough to tell her what he's all about? And most importantly, Will they believe?
When: somewhere after Supernatural's pilot and after One Tree Hill season 2, one month after it.
disclaimer: I don't own any of the character of both Supernatural and One Tree Hill
Note: A lot of errors might have slipped in, because english is not my first language, so my English is far from perfect. If anyone would like to correct me, fills up for the job, please tell me.

Note 2: I know I would have been supposed to update a lot sooner than right now, but school has really been overwhelming…I barely had time to breath…but I'll try to be quicker for the next…I have two weeks left of regular classes and then I have 3 exams days and then I'll be able to give more attention to this fic…but don't worry I'll try to update before that. I will at least post another chapter before that time

Chapter 3 – Mysteries and encounters

As soon as Dean stepped in the Java café, he walked up to his brother, who seemed to be captivated by whatever he was reading. He approached him slowly trying to not let him know he was in the house, but it failed. Sam turned his head in his direction the moment Dean was a feet away from him…

"You're no fun!" complained Dean before adding in a serious tone: "It seems interesting, what did you found?"

"Oh it is interesting, but first why didn't you answered my call?"

"I didn't want to answer the phone…"

"What if I had been in a big shit and was about to be killed?"

"First, you're Sam, you're never in deep shit! Second, if it had been the case they wouldn't have let you use your cell phone and third what could really happen in this little place…"

"What about lots of murders or what seems to be murders, a couple of blocks from here?"

"Yeah right" said Dean dismissing what his brother had just said. "…maybe you'd like to know that dad called."

"He did? What did he say? Where is he?" rushed Sam anxious to know everything. "…and please tell me you answered his call."

"No…I told you, didn't feel like answering the darn phone."

Sam's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. "You cannot be serious! What got into you….that is so stupid of you; we've been looking for him since…"

"Shit…calmed down Sammy!"

"Calm down? I won't calm down; you did one of the stupidest things in the world!"

"Calm down…because I answered the phone, I was just messing with you."

Sam looked like he wanted to murder his brother for a second, but it vanished quickly. He hated when his older brother was playing with him that way, because he'd always succeed in making him become mad to a point that was sometimes scaring him and he hated it…

"So, what did he say?" asked a now calmed Sam.

"Nothing much, he's in town and he told me to get my ass back to you, so that's what I did and he added that he would join us in a bit…"

"Really? You're not messing with me, Dean, are you?"

"Nope, I'm pretty darn serious. Our oh so great father who still think of himself as a marine, is definitely here. I saw him and you won't believe how he was….He was wearing a fake grey beard, it looked so fake…Even a 3 years old kid would have gotten a better disguised!" said Dean, starting to laugh as he said the last part.

"Watch it son!" said a voice behind him.

Both Sam and Dean turned to him, shocked to see him there already.

"Come on Dean, you knew I was coming, don't make that face!"

Dean recovered from his shock and scuff: "I thought you'd take longer…"

"Well I didn't." John said in a low tone. "Sam, I heard about your girlfriend and I'm really sorry."

"That's ok dad." dismissed Sam.

"No, it's not Sam. You're a Winchester and I know how we deal with those things and you're dealing with it the same way Dean and I have been handling Mary's death for the last 20 years. You want revenge, hence your implication in the family business. Sam, you're pushing your pain in a far corner of your soul and you're hiding it behind revenge and that is not good. Look how I've turned out, look how your brother is…"

"Hey, I'm not that broken!" protested Dean.

John ignored it: "Sam, I want you to deal with the pain, bare with it, don't bury it or else you'll become me and I don't want either of my sons being like that…keep part of your feeling of vengeance though, we need it to get that bitch down and we will some day, until then we all need to start to deal with the pain and it doesn't include just you, Sam, it includes you to, Dean. Dean, I know how you resent that thing that took you your mother, but I want you to start thinking about having a real life, the same goes for you Sam. I know it'll be hard to get over Jessica, but I know you will someday, you're still young, you have the time."

John hadn't plan on getting so personal and emotional with his sons, but he had. He felt like he needed to say it now, he had wanted all of his life to say this. He wanted his sons to have a nice life, but the one he had been giving them while they were children had been far from nice. Now, watching how troubled his sons could be, he realised what a mistake he had done bringing them in his quest while they were kids. Today they were two grown up adults and he felt like they were missing on so much. Sam had had a taste of a normal life; he knew what he was missing. Dean on the other hand, never had the same chance, except when Mary was still alive, but it wasn't the same. He wanted Dean to start to think about settling down, find love, give him some grand kids and he wanted the same thing for Sam, but he knew it couldn't happen now, not until they killed that thing that was attacking the women close to the Winchester boys' heart, the women they saw as the love of their lives…

Dean was uncertain about his father's speech. Never had his dad voiced anything close to it. John had made it clear, all along their childhood, that getting revenge on that thing that killed their mother had to be the main goal of their lives. Dean never had a problem with it, but now his father was telling him that he needed to start thinking about having a normal life. There was no way in hell Dean would do that, at least not until he would find peace of mind after killing that bitch who had murdered his mother.

"We'll cut that sappy moment here if you don't mind and get to the real matter at hand!" said John Winchester to his sons with a hard tone. "What have you found on this town?"

"You've been here for a while, dad, you must know what is going on here, don't you? Why don't you share it with us?" asked Dean.

"I do as a matter of fact, but I won't say anything. I left you a trail to follow for weeks to see how you would solve all those mysteries and so far you, my sons, did great. Now I want to see how you work, so I can know that the world will be in good hands because let's face it, I'm getting old and I need you both to take over before it's too late. I want to make sure that you are fully ready for this job."

"You didn't have to do all of this, Dad. I've been doing this for so long now that I know how to proceed, you didn't have to prepare this whole thing, it wasn't worth the trouble." Said Dean, frustrated with his dad. He thought that he would know by now that Dean was a pro at it, but of course he doubted him…

"I know what you're worth, Dean. I know what Sam's worth, but I don't know how you do as a team. You are both two strong head and that could be problematic at times, I want to see if you can both put your egos aside. Do you understand?"

Dean was about to add something to contest what his father had just said, but Sam spoke before him trying to avoid an argument. "We understand."

John half smiled. That was his boys: Dean would always want to protest and Sam would always try to protect him from anything by covering up for him.

"So now that this issue is cleared out…tell me what you have found?"

"Well apparently everything seems normal, but I dug…" started Sam while turning to the computer "…and I found some articles relating some bloody murders in a house, two blocks from here."

"That was what you were referring to a few minutes ago before Dad arrived, right?" asked Dean.

"Yeah that was it…"

"What's so special about it?" asked Dean.

"No one lives there…not since 1997. To the police its gangs that are responsible, but it's not logical in a way. There have been a few murders since then, mostly people that were passing there or squatters. I went a few years in the past, more like decades in the past and I found out that the murders started in 1865. It's far from now, which make the gang hypothesis not likely to be true."

"Could you trace the owners and if the series of murders ever stopped?" asked Dean once again.

"Yeah…the last owner was a guy named Rick Sanchez; he literally abandoned the house when his wife got killed and his son soon after that, in 1997, the same year he bought the house… Some guy named Daniel Scott had sold him the house. The thing is the murders had stopped for almost 50 years before that guy sold the house. Mr. Scott never lived in it; it was given to him by his father Royal Scott as soon as he reached 21, in 1992. Royal Scott never lived in the house when it was under his name, but did when he was a kid; it was also given by his father named Eugene Scott. Eugene also had that house from his father, seems like it went on like it generations after generations. A lot of people got killed in that house or around the house: visitors, neighbours, wives, children…"

"You said the murders stopped for 50 years? Care to explain?" questioned Dean.

"Yeah seems like Eugene Scott decided to move out of the house with his kids in 1945 after some of them got killed…he kept the house and gave it to Royal when he started having his own family…since Eugene left the house with his family no one lived there and no one got killed…"

"Could you trace back the first murders?"

"No, I couldn't…"

John watched his sons interact with pride. He was glad to see how involved they were with the task at hands and how professional they were acting.

"We will have to go to the library and ask for some register and trace back all people who once lived there and we have to find that Dan Scott, he might know something about this house that we don't…" suggest Dean.

"I'm proud of you sons, you acted exactly like you needed to!"

"Thanks dad" said Sam, proud of himself.

Dean simply sent a grateful look to his father.

"So, what's next in your plan?" asked the older Winchester.

"Next point is…getting you to take off that damn fake beard!" said Dean reaching for it.

John pushed his son's hand away and took it off by himself.

"Happy?" asked John to the oldest of his boys.

"Don't you see how happy I am? I'm jumping of happiness!" said Dean.

Peyton slipped in the Java café and found her way to a little table for two where she had a great view on Dean without him noticing her that easily. She sat there, got a sketch book and a pencil out of her bag, put it on the table to look like she was doing something else than looking at him.

She sat there, staring at him. He was talking with his brother and some man… she could see him so clearly that she could read different emotions on his face, every time the man was talking. At one point she saw the man taking off his beard and she started making thousands of scenarios in her head. What if that man was a big criminal and needed to disguise himself so no one would recognise him? If Dean was involved with him, it would mean he was a criminal to! Why all the men in her life were so complicated? Couldn't she fall for normal guys? Of course not she was Peyton Sawyer after all, she thought, nothing was normal in her life!

She watched him, with a saddened look, praying he wasn't what she thought he was, praying he was normal or close to it. Her eyes drifted into space while thinking about him, Dean.

As she was least expecting it, two hands covered her eyes and a low voice close to her right ear said: "Guess who!" The two hands slipped from her eyes as Peyton was jumping out of her seat to greet who it was. Her arms opened widely to bring the person in a hug.

"Brooke! I'm so glad you're here! I missed you!"

"…and you think I haven't!" replied Brooke.

They broke their embrace and just looked at each other, just to see if any of the two had changed during that month they were apart.

"Glad to see you haven't changed!" said Brooke "…although you might have, because you're here…you've never been here!"

"I come here a lot now, when I wanna get away from stuff because no one I know comes here, so I can be in peace." covered up Peyton with a lie.

"Yeah right! You have your house where you're always alone… the only reason I can think of is….a boy." said Brooke while looking all around the place. "Oh tell me it's the hottie, with the two other fine looking men. The one that stands out a lot, that sends out the kind of bad boy vibe…"

Peyton wished Brooke hadn't figured out it was for a boy she was here. She wished her friend hadn't spotted Dean, now she would get thousands of questions, which she didn't want to answer.

"Oh…that's him! He's so…so drool worthy!"

"Please Brooke…"

"No 'please Brooke' Peyton. You girl will spill everything, but first we'll sit!" almost commend Brooke.

Peyton gave in, sat back in her chair and sighed.

"Where did you meet such a hottie?"

"In a bar…"

"And what happened?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing happened! Then why are you so hung up on him that you would follow him here?"

"I don't know…I just did."

"Wow, he could clap his fingers and you would run to him…"

"No! I still have my pride and I'm not one to obey to a man."

"Fine...but tell me you've talk to him."

"Yes, I did."

"What's his name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because…" said Brooke, with a mischievous smile.

"Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like this?"

"No reason, you're just paranoid…" said Brooke, a light in her eyes.

"Boys…time is wasted, you should decide on what is to do next. I'm not going to be there every time to hold your hand and tell you what to do." Said John to his sons.

Dean contemplated the choices in front of him…searching for a guy and asking him questions or searching registers in a library, with old books full of dust. The choice wasn't that hard. Sam was good when it was down to search any documents of any sorts, he, on the other hand, was better with people. As Sam was about to speak, Dean told them how he wanted things to go.

"I'm going to search for that Scott guy…while you two can look in those registers…This way work will be done faster and everyone will be in his field of expertise."

He saw Sam wasn't in agreement with his decision and was about to contested, so he added: "It's alright with you, I guess. I mean, your good with that kind of stuff, anyway…If everything is settle, I guess I'll go ahead and get started with my own task."

He knew Sam wasn't at peace with this decision, but what the hell? That way he wouldn't have his father on his back, Sam would and if he was lucky enough, it would be his luck to get some fun well merited, after weeks of getting nothing but his brother on his back. He walked away from what was left of his family and started to make his way toward the exit, that's when he saw her, once again. Had she followed him here? No…She couldn't have, she had turned her back to him the night before, she couldn't be after him now, could she?

"Brooke, I'm not paranoid. I know you and I know something's up!"

"Nope!" said Brooke, her smile widening. She shifted her eyes behind Peyton, her smile got wider and she said: "Hello Dean!"

Peyton mouth hung wide open under the shock. She didn't do it, please tell me she hasn't done it! pried Peyton.

Dean stopped, when he heard a feminine voice salute him. At first he thought it was her, Peyton, but then he remembered her voice didn't sound like that. It was someone else. He turned his head in the direction of the voice and he saw a pretty brunette, smiling widely at him. She was with Peyton and if she knew his name that meant Peyton had talk to her about him. He smiled both to return the smile Brooke was giving him and because he was happy to realise that he had had an effect on Peyton. He decided to approach them.

"Hey there!" he said as he approached their table.

Peyton hide her face, she was in some way ashamed and scared. Why did things have to get so out of hands? Yeah right, because of her dearly friend, Brooke, who hadn't mind her own business.

Dean saw that Peyton was trying to hide from him and he wanted to laugh, but he repressed it and asked to Brooke: "May I ask you, your name? I mean you know mine, it's only natural for me to know yours…"

"My name's Brooke and you might remember my friend Peyton over here from somewhere."

"As a matter of fact I do…" said Dean, his eyes focused on Peyton.

Peyton could feel his eyes piercing the back of her head. She felt so uncomfortable under his look that she kept shifting her weight on the chair.

"I've never seen you in town…" started Brooke "You must be here for business."

"I am" simply answered Dean to which Peyton mumbled: "That we know!"

When saying this she thought about this possibility of him being a criminal along with those other guys that were with him before.

"What did you just say?" wondered Dean.

"Oh nothing…!" said Peyton, cursing herself for thinking out loud.

"If you say so." said Dean raising his shoulder, trying to show some indifference, which he had a hard time to do. "Anyway, ladies…As enchanting as this was, I got to get going, business is calling and if I don't get to work now, my dad's gonna have my ass."

"Your dad?" asked Brooke,

"Yeah…I'm kinda in the family business, following my father's steps…Anyway I have to go."

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Dean."

"Likewise." said Dean as he was going to leave, but he stopped in his track. "Wait, before I leave, I have a question, to which you might know the answer."

"Ok Shoot." told him Brooke.

"Well, I'm looking for that guy, Daniel Scott and I don't really know where to find him…would you by any chances know where he lives or work?"

Both girls were shocked to hear the name and it showed on their face. Dean wondered just by their look what he had done wrong.

"Is there anything wrong with it…"

"No…yes, I mean no. When it comes to Dan's Scott, or Daniel like you called him, its sort of a touchy subject." said Brooke.

"oh and why's that?" wondered Dean.

"Well, he's not the most liked person here, but he's powerful…Anyway, no one really wants to mess with him and you probably don't want to."

"I don't want to mess with him or anything, I just have some questions to ask him for a case we're investigating and he's related to it in a twisted way…I don't really need to be told what to do, all I need is to know where he is."

"I wouldn't be certain…Peyton would know better than me" said Brooke. "Peyton, do you know where he is now?

Peyton had been wondering, since the beginning of the conversation, why Dean wanted to see Dan. Was it because he did something to Dean's family, or crushed one of his plan was it to get revenge for something? All those questions were running around in Peyton's mind. She didn't want to tell him where the guy was, but part of her wanted to believe that Dean wasn't what she thought and that he really didn't wanted any harm to Dan…and let's be honest, even if he did, wouldn't the town be better with out Dan? Maybe, but she didn't want to have a crush on a criminal. Someone had told her one day, that she had to see the best of every people and so far Dean hadn't prove himself to be dangerous, she could, maybe, give him the benefice of the doubt.

"He's in the hospital, someone attend his life a month ago. He's recovering from several burns."

"He is, huh…" thought Dean out loud, finding that fact strange and wondering if it didn't have something to do with the house. "I would need the directions to the hospital, plus the room number." said Dean to the girls.

"No need…I have a great idea, Peyton could show you where you can find the man." suggest Brooke.

"Fine by me…if it's going to be easier for me, I don't see why I would object to it." said the older Winchester brother, quite happy with the idea.

"I can't!" cut in Peyton.

"You can't? Yeah, right…I don't see why you couldn't, I mean you're here and you're doing nothing." said Brooke to her friend, insisting on the last part.

"I was working on a sketch when you arrived and I have to finish it…" started Peyton, before Brooke cut her.

"Come on Peyton! I would go, but since I've just gotten back from California, I have some stuff to do and you might be one of the few who knows which room is Dan's"

Peyton's was about to add something when Dean spoke up:

" Sorry to interrupt, but I really need to get going, so please make up your mind." almost begged Dean, feeling his father's eyes on his back. He knew he was watching his every moves, just to see if he was serious about this thing or not.

"Fine, I'll go."

"Great, I'll let you pack your things. I'll be in my car waiting for you, it's the Impala in front of the café." said Dean with a smiled, before he started walking away. He was way too happy to get some alone time with, Peyton, but he wished she had been less reluctant to go with him.

Peyton waited until Dean was out of hear shot, before saying: "What has gotten into you, Brooke?"

"You need to have some fun, girl!"

"What does it have to do with anything?"

"Everything! This guy might be your chance to loosen up, Peyt!"

"I can get loose whenever I want without your help, thanks!"

"Peyton, you know as well as I do that since Jake's gone you haven't had a lot of fun, you haven't really enjoyed life. Dean's here for a short time, if he's really here for business, it's your occasion to have some fun. Jump on the train while it's still there."

"You mean sleep with the guy and get my heart broken in the end, no thanks. Been there done that."

"I'm not telling you to fall in love with him. It could be just a fling and that's all you need, right now. Peyton, you're way too attracted to him to do nothing about it, you'd regret it. Just enjoy his presence, no strings attached." Said Brooke to her friend before adding in a commanding tone "And don't try to tell me the contrary. Now, pack you things and go join the boy, he's waiting."

Peyton half smiled, while packing her things. She was trying to think about what her friend said, but she couldn't quite let go of this part of her that was thinking of Dean as a criminal. Peyton, girl, your imagination is way too fertile today. Spend some time with the guy and you'll see what he is all about. If he's not what you thought, a fling won't hurt you. Lucas and Brooke are right, you're attracted to Dean, its time to do something, but not before you know his true nature. thought Peyton to herself. She rose up from her sit, saluted her friend and walked out of the café with determination. She walked the few steps between his car and the Java, opened the passenger door and sat in the car. She saw Dean looking at her and part of her could only be excited about it, but somehow when she spoke up her voice sounded cold. "Drive down the street and we'll go from there." She told him.

Dean was surprised by how cold she was toward him, for all he knew he hadn't done anything wrong. He thought that, maybe when she would be alone with him in the car, she would be more open, less…less like this. Yet again, he was attracted to a difficult girl, a girl that wouldn't take any of his shit. Why couldn't he fall for the girls that obviously wanted him? Dean started the engine, with that last question, hoping the ride would be less cold.

To be continued…

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