Here it is, the sixth chapter! Wow, we're getting pretty close to the end here. I want to thank all the people who did review. You guys have been great! However, I am very disappointed at the 890 people who did view my story and never bothered to review! What's wrong with all of you! Have you no decency? (Okay, okay, maybe I was a bit out of line there, but please you all really have to review!) I really appreciate the reviews, good or bad. Please, no very, very harsh flames, though. I'll sic Dean and Sam on you!

Chapter 6

Bodyguards and Tea Parties

Weaving her way through the thick crowd of students, Kira worked to avoid the stares of her fellow students. The hand-shaped bruise throbbed as she spun the dial on her locker. Absentmindedly, she brought a hand to her cheek, touching the mottled skin.

"It doesn't look that bad." The hand dropped from her cheek, suddenly. She turned to Sam, adding several textbooks to the growing pile in her arms.

"Are you serious? The only reason people haven't been bombarding me with questions is because I haven't been able to go three feel without you following me." Kira's attitude changed briefly when she saw the hurt look Sam gave her.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I just- I can't deal with all of this right now. I wouldn't have even come today if it wasn't for my English midterm, which counts for half of my grade!" Kira took a breath, starting again, "Thanks, though, Sam. I'm sure you don't want to play babysitter all day."

"Not babysitter," he answered, playfully, "bodyguard." Kira rolled her eyes. Dean had called the school that morning saying he was from the state police, and that there had been a robbery at Kira's house the night before. He claimed it was necessary for her to be followed around by an officer while coming in to take care of a few things for her classes. She wouldn't be in school for the rest of the week.

It took Sam and Dean an hour to explain to Kira's parents why there wasm salt scattered all throughout the house. The situation was met with disbelief, then fear. Sam and Dean warded the house, promising them that there would be no more attacks.

Jake was left with a minor concussion and no idea of what he had done to Kira while possessed. Kira felt guilty for dragging him into this. Subconsciously, she slammed the locker shut, hurrying to the one class she actually had to sit in on today.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam's hand came to rest on her shoulder, pulling her back toward him. "Are you trying to ditch me?"

"No, I just want to get to class, take the damn test and get out of here!"

"Okay, okay!" Sam held up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. Sam understood the frustration she was feeling over not being able to bring an end to all of this. "Let's just hope Dean got somewhere trying to locate the body."

Dean had been at Jake's house for no more than five minutes and was already elbow-deep in old newspaper clippings and land records mentioning the recent building of new houses in the area. Jake had offhandedly mentioned the bulk of papers that his family had collected from their move a couple of years back. All of the old property records and information about the condition of the land dating back to 1875 were here, but Dean saw nothing that could suggest why Lucas had attached himself to this house and Kira. There was also nothing to even remotely connect the property with the field that Kira had seen in her vision. To Dean, this was all wrong.

Dean looked up at the door, which led to the house from the garage, as it creaked open. A little, brown-haired girl stood in the doorway; Jake's youngest sister Alicia. Jake's mom had introduced him to all of Jake's six brothers and sisters. He'd forgotten all of their names, save for Alicia's. The only reason he'd even been able to remember that was because she'd shared a name with one of his more… active girlfriends.

"Hi," Dean greeted, awkwardly. He still didn't feel totally comfortable dealing with kids. She just stared at him with wide, blue eyes, wandering over to where he squatted next to the box.

"I have a secret!" She gushed, trying to catch his eye.

"Oh yeah?" Dean was only half listening, digging around in the box.

"Momma said last year they found someone sleeping in the ground." At that, Dean's head shot up.

"What happened?" Ignoring him, she went on,

"Momma told us you were looking for the bad things that hurt Jake. She told me not to tell. No one was supposed to tell." After a brief moment of hesitation, Dean took her little hands in his and met her eyes.

"Alicia, what did you mommy say about the person sleeping in the ground?" She just shook her head, taking his hand and leading him into the house.

Dean gave a slight "oomph" as he tried to push himself closer to the small pink table. Alicia placed a small, plastic teacup and saucer in front of him.

"Now, you have to drink it all." Dean was surprised at the small air of authority that came from her. Reluctantly, he picked up the cup, sipping at the raspberry iced tea inside. She smiled at him, then moved to serve her other "guests"- various teddy bears scattered around the table. It was only after this that she began talking again.

"Last year- I 'member it was when the leaves turned colors 'cause I was mad I couldn't go outside anymore- the police came to the house right after Jake and Matti got home from school. They talked to mommy for a really long time! She called them. There were a lot of people here digging a fishy pond for the garden, and they had to stop. Mommy was really sad. Her and daddy yelled a lot that night. Mommy said that someone was in our backyard, in the ground. The police wanted mommy not to say anything and daddy wanted her to do that. The police are good. You should do what they say," she pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"What did your mommy do?" Alicia hesitated,

"I'm not 'sposed to say." Dean sighted, heavily,

"Please, it's really important so I can help your big brother." Alicia's voice dropped to a whisper,

"Mommy didn't say anything anymore and we got a fishy pond." Dean stood up, pushing in the tiny chair.

"Thanks, Alicia."

Dean found the kitchen, easily. Mrs. Conners was at the table just as he'd left her a half hour earlier.

"You didn't tell me everything." She looked up, surprised. "You gave me that box of newspaper clippings and knew I wouldn't find a single thing. Please, Mrs. Conners, I need to know about the body they found out back." After a pause he added, "This thing isn't gonna leave Jake along unless I can get some answers."

Wordlessly, she made her way to the adjoining room. Digging through a small desk drawer, she came up with two copied pages of an old newspaper. They were dated June 1904, and as she handed them to Dean he could see that they were about the disappearance and death of one Egan Gile.

"When we first found out about the body, the police wanted our permission not to publicize it. The workers we had digging the pond didn't even know the truth about it. They were told it was a misunderstanding. Since it involved a missing persons case from over a century ago, my husband wanted to do just that. After a little convincing, I let it go; but now before I could find out whose body it was."

"How come I wasn't able to find these when my brother and I searched the library?" Dean questioned, indicating the articles.

"I didn't get them there. I got them off of a website. There were always whispers that Egan and some of the other founders had been in a cult. If people had seen this, there'd be little to doubt. It would just add fuel to the fire. People keep to themselves here." Dean shook his head in understanding.

"Where'd they take the body once they'd identified it?"

"Since there were no living relatives to claim it, they took it to Potter's Field across from the Old North Church."

"Thanks, Mrs. Conners. I'll call Jake later if I need him." With that, Dean headed for the front door, his fingers already dialing Sam's cell number. He answered on the third ring.

"Sammy, I need you to meet me at the motel. I think I know a way to find out what happened to McGovern."