Here we go, chapter two people!
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The sober Marion woke them up in the next day.
'Morning boys,' She said, standing on their door.
'Morning,' Sam said, sitting up.
'Just letting you know that Brian and I will be out all day, we'll be back tonight by 6-ish, don't trash the place okay?' She smiled. 'Oh yeah, I made you guys breakfast, hope you like pancakes, they're in the kitchen, I'll see you guys tonight.' She blew them a kiss before closing the door.
'She's such a slut when she's on drugs…' Dean said.
'Oh yeah, the spare keys are sitting on top of the telly, you know, if you wanna go out to town or whatever.' Marion came back and added. 'Well, see you…' she closed the door.
A while after Marion woke them up, they took turns in taking a shower, and then went to have breakfast.
'Hey, these pancakes are alright, considering the person who made it.' Sam chuckled.
'Hurry up already, come on, time isn't going to wait for you,' Dean hurried Sam up.
Minutes later they we're in Dean's car, looking at a map, finding out where to go.
Dean drove them out to the edge of the woods.
'We're going to have to walk from here' Dean turned off his engine after parking the car just on the side of the road right before the beginning of the woods.
Sam suddenly noticed something was bothering his brother Dean.
'Are you okay?' Sam asked him.
'I don't know…' Dean said truthfully, putting his head back on the headrest, covering his face with his hands.
Sam left it there, asking no more questions.
The two sat in the car for almost a minute in silence.
'Let's go.' Dean said finally before stepping out of the car, followed by his brother.
After more than an hour of walking through the woods, finally the cottage was within their sight.
'There it is.' Sam confirmed.
The two wasted no more time and entered the cottage.
'Do we even know what we're looking for?' Sam asked Dean after about 10 minutes exploring the cottage.
'No' Dean sighed. 'Not really'
'To tell you the truth, I don't really think we're going to be able to find anything because we know nothing about this case at the moment.' Sam said, looking at an old picture of a young women, looking only slightly older than him, she looked quite sad, even though she was smiling, it was just something in her that give that impression.
'Maybe you're right, just a little while more, maybe we can get a feel if anything is in this place.' Dean replied, walking towards the kitchen.
'If you say so…' Sam said to himself.
'Sam, come here, look!' Dean called him over.
'What is it?' Sam joined his brother in the kitchen.
Dean pointed at a small corner near the sink, there was a small pool of water.
'Its just water.' Sam said.
'Well, it shouldn't be here, this place is supposed to be deserted.' Dean said.
'Wait, look…' Sam said, looking at the kitchen window. 'There's like a hand-print here…'
'That's weird, I thought authorities didn't find a thing.' Dean said, also looking at the window.
'Maybe they were lead to believe that there's nothing here. Maybe they never looked beyond the obvious.' Sam suggested.
'Well, naturally yes, as usual.' Dean agreed. 'Well come on, we'll ask around.' Dean said, walking out, followed by Sam.
They power-walked out of the woods, back to their car.
'So, where to now?' Sam asked.
Dean didn't say anything for a while, and then finally after about five minutes, 'Let's find Brian, maybe he can help us…' Dean said, starting the car's engine.
'Dean, are you okay? You don't look so good.' Sam said as they re-entered town.
'I'm fine.' Dean snapped.
'Okay, okay…' Sam puts his hands up in acceptance. 'Do you even know where Brian is?'
'I don't know for sure, but knowing Brian, probably getting high at the old hospital morgue. Well at least that's what he used to do, I doubt he's changed at all.' Dean said, making a right turn.
Around about ten minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.
They had no trouble finding Brian and Marion. As Dean suspected, they were getting high, cooking up dope in the morgue room.
'Dean, Sam, come to join us?' Brian asked, already semi high, sitting on the floor with Marion and a couple of other addicts.
'Maybe later, can we talk to you outside for a second?' Dean asked Brian. 'It'll only take a second.' Dean added to Marion as Brian got up from the floor
'Don't finish it all, leave me some…' Brian gave his friends a wink before following Dean and Sam out of the room.
'Okay, so what do you want to talk about?' Brian asked Dean.
'Okay, I'm just going to cut to the chase, did you see Sara when she came here before she went missing?' Dean asked Brian.
'Yeah, she visited me just before she was supposed to go back to Boston, which was the morning she was reported missing. Police were all over town that evening, they asked me tons of questions, apparently I was no help.' Brian said, not sounding so floaty for once.
'Did she tell you anything new? Like life issues or anything?' Sam asked.
'No, not really, but I can tell you she didn't look too happy.' Brian answered. 'She looked tired too, like she hasn't slept in weeks.'
'Was she alone?' Sam asked.
'Yeah, she was.' Brian replied
'Did she tell you about making any pit-stops on her way back to Boston?' Dean asked Brian, taking everything Brian says in his head.
'Well, she asked me if I wanted to come with her to check out that old cottage we used to think was haunted, I didn't go with her, I had… stuff to do, you know…' Brian said, beginning to sound floaty again.
'Did she tell you why she wants to go there?' Dean pressed on.
'Yeah, she said she wanted to reminisce, you know, our high school days, remember our days together as a group of high school teenagers.' Brian explained. 'You know how we used to hang out around there, making up silly ghost stories…'
Dean looked at Sam with a look saying we're done here…
'Yeah, I remember.' Dean smiled. 'I think that's it for now, I'll see you tonight then, thanks Brian…' Dean said as he turned to leave with Sam who's already walking away.
'Hey Dean,' Brian called out. 'She asked for you, she misses you…' He didn't sound floaty at all when he said this.
Dean only nodded and continued walking away.
'What now?' Sam asked Dean as soon as they were back in the car.
'I don't know.' Dean said, looking very very sad, his eyes were starting to water; he didn't look good at all.
'Get out, I'll drive.' Sam said as he witnessed his brother's misery.
Dean obliged, not arguing with Sam's decision for once.
'We're going to the police, maybe they know something.' Sam said, starting the car.
In no time they were arrived at the police station.
'I never told anyone this.' Dean started. 'A few months ago I met up with her, before we started on this little adventure.'
Sam was startled. Dean wasn't one for heart-to-heart talk.
'We got together, she stayed at my apartment for almost a week, we had fun, catching up and stuff.' Dean went on. 'She told me she missed me, and she was never over me.' He sounded miserable. 'She had to go back to Boston, we promised we'd see each other again…' He sighed. 'We never got around to it, and now it doesn't seem possible at all.'
'What have you done to my brother?' Sam chuckled.
'Shut up,' Dean wiped his eyes. 'Listen, I have an idea, why don't you go to the police and ask around, and I'll go to the library, check out if there's any old articles on the cottage, or books or whatever.' He suggested.
'Sounds good.' Sam agreed.
'Okay, I'll meet you in the library in half an hour-ish?' Dean said, getting ready to get out of the car.
'Okay.' Sam agreed.
WOOOOO! What do you think? Feed-backs please, and I'll try to update as soon as possible, do forgive lateness cuz my computer is slow… :D
Oh yes, and I'd like to thank my friend Matt who's been helping me edit all this, to make it better. Thankses Matt!
