Deathly Slaves

I do not own Sam or Dean. I do own all else though….

Chapter Five

"It says here," Sam said, looking at the computer screen, "That the grounds on which the building was built used to be owned by a slave owner back in the 1800s."

"How's that so weird," Leah asked, "Hate to point out the obvious but, ya know, we are in South Carolina. Many places used to have slaves living on them."

"Uhh," Sam continued, "Here. In 1801, the slaves rebelled or at least five did. They killed the owner's daughter. There's a legend that you can still hear her screams today."

Dean shuttered. Nasty. I mean come on! Blame the owner at least. It wasn't her fault, right? And who would want to kill a little girl? Sick people.

"The next day, the owner ordered all thirty of his slaves to be hanged. All were hung on the big maple tree. Uh, let's see what else…. Here, supposedly the building that we were in, the one haunted by the poltergeist, was where the tree was."

"That's gruesome," Leah said, "Do you think it's being haunted by the slaves?"

"Yup," Dean said as he walked over to the couch and sat down, "I'd guess so. What else could it be?"

"I'm not sure," said Sam as he switched off the computer, "Maybe it's not. Maybe it's just a random ghost deciding to take up residence there. Like back in Kansas."

"I'm not so sure," Dean said.

"What happened in Kansas," Leah interrupted.

"Nothing," Dean said quickly, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Ok. So what's our action plan?"

"Well," Sam said, "I say we hit the library."

"At midnight?"

"Ok, bed then tomorrow hit the library."

"Alright then. I'll get your beds ready. But I only have one guest room. Someone's staying on the couch."

She looked at them, as if wanting answer on whom.

"I'll take it," Dean said. After all, if he took it, he might have a chance at finding out more about Leah.

She nodded and left the room.

"Dean," Sam said, "You really want to make out with her huh?"

"No! Idiot. She's hiding something. And if I get close to her, she might let me know what it is."

Sam rolled his eyes. His brother could never lie to him. Ever. Leah wasn't hiding something; Dean just wanted a one night stand. And Leah was the object of his choosing. She came back into the room, carrying blankets and two pillows.

"Sam, follow me," she offered, "And Dean, these are yours."

She put the beddings down and walked down the hall, Sam following her.