Chapter 9: A Meeting with Some Rifles
Sam spent forty-five minutes searching the library for an object that could be cursed, while Dean spent forty-five minutes with the blonde librarian. Sam didn't even want to know what Dean was telling her they were today, probably authors or book critics. Sam went back to his research, knowing they only had fifteen minutes before they were to meet Father Bennit.
Dean walked over to Sam and looked over his shoulder. "So have you found out anything?" Sam looked up at Dean and shook his head, there was nothing in any papers to suggest a cursed object. Dean sighed. This wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"We better go to meet Father Bennit. Otherwise we might stay at this dead end." Dean said as he turned and walked over to the blonde. Sam picked up his stuff, saw Dean say something to the blonde before leaving, and followed him outside.
Sam stretched his sore limbs and climbed into the car with Dean.
"So where's this cemetery anyway?" Sam asked as Dean started up the car.
"I have no idea." Dean said. Sam just looked at him as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I forgot to look at a map."
"So we're just going to wander around until we see and old cemetery?"
"Exactly."
Sam just shook his head in disbelief.
"So what did you tell the blonde we were anyway?"
Dean shrugged, "Book critics. She said she was an upcoming author and I promised to give her a good review."
Sam laughed, "I can't believe you Dean."
"What?" Dean asked as he looked around for a cemetery. "I got myself a date for tonight… and it's not like I lied. I just stretched the truth."
Sam just laughed and looked out his window for a cemetery. They drove for a couple miles before Dean finally spotted it. It was a small, out-of-the-way place located about 2 miles out of town. Dean stopped the car in front of a sign that read Dead End Cemetery.
"Nice name." Dean commented as he drove into the cemetery. He parked the car by the main office and got out. There was only one other car in the parking lot that they assumed was Father Bennit's.
Sam pointed to a dirt path that wound away from the office through the cemetery.
"I bet that's the path we're supposed to take." Sam said as he headed toward the path. Dean stopped him and opened up the trunk of the Impala.
"Better to be prepared." Dean said as he grabbed some shotguns out of the trunk. He passed two to Sam and kept two for himself before closing the trunk and heading off towards the path through the cemetery. Sam followed him and stuck the guns in his belt for easy access.
They followed the path for a couple of minutes before coming to a small grove of trees. The brothers stopped in front of the grove and looked at each other. The path continued into the heart of the trees, but anything could be lurking in there.
"Do we go into the dark grove of trees where we could easily be ambushed?" Sam asked.
"Sure, why not?" Dean said as he pulled out a gun and started down the path. Sam pulled out one of his guns as well and followed Dean down the path. They kept their eyes pealed for any signs of danger and continued down the path.
They had only walked a few minutes when they entered a clearing. They looked around the clearing and noticed a couple tents and a campfire in the very center. They lowered their guns and walked towards the fire in the center of the clearing. They were immediately surrounded by five men with rifles.
A tall man from the group, whom they recognized as Earl from the general store, stepped forward with his rifle. He looked the brothers over before speaking.
"Drop your weapons." Sam and Dean did as they were told and put their hands in the air.
"Look," Dean said as the other men in the group took the brother's weapons. "We were asked to come by Father Bennit. Ask him, he'll tell you. We mean no harm."
The men looked at each and then at Earl who said, "Why don't you tell us where Bennit is."
"What?" Sam said. Sam and Dean looked at each other, puzzled by the question.
"Father Bennit's missing. He disappeared around 10 AM this morning."