Having eventually found someone who knew the whereabouts of Lawson Greenway's father, Arthur, the brothers found themselves at the very outskirts of Cleveland, to the south and hidden away in the suburbs. When they parked the Impala outside the gate, they marvelled at the house in which he lived in; a large country house with a huge front garden, complete with statues and a huge water fountain, what seemed like a hundred of windows were set in front of it (with no doubt that they'd be more at the side and behind it), and welcomed its visitors with two large stone pillars that were obviously showing their age via foliage that had wrapped itself round them...
Dean whistles, "Whoa, being a mayor sure has its perks," he then replies in his usual tone before he and Sam unbuckle their seatbelts and climb out of the car. Wrapping himself up in his coat Sam follows his big brother as they pass through the gate, knowing to close it afterwards, and stroll themselves down the stony driveway, hearing their shoes crunch on top of the stones. Reaching the front door Dean looks to Sam, who nods, before he presses the doorbell, it releasing a chime reminiscent to that of a church bell ringing.
"What is he now, a vicar?" Dean tries to humour the mood but instead gets a slap across the arm. He rubs at it, obviously it didn't hurt but likes the look that Sam's giving him, as though wanting to kiss it better although the opening of the door holds him back.
A white-haired, wizened old man answers the doorbell and looks at the two young boys with squinted, baggy eyes, "Yes?" He coughs, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and holds it over his mouth.
"Mr. Greenway, I presume?" Sam asks in his most polite tone as Dean scans the man as though he can tell if he is or not.
"No, I'm his butler Gregson. How can I help you young boys?"
"We're reporters from the Daily Star and was wondering if we could speak to Mr. Greenway, if that's alright?"
The butler's stance hardens, "What's this all about? The last time any reporters came around here was the time his youngest son died in that awful accident all those years ago."
"Have you heard about the murders that have been going on up at Fork Mountain? Near the site of the accident," Dean interjects, with a disapproving nudge from Sam.
"Yes, from reading the papers and watching the news. Absolutely terrible, but what has this got to do with Mr. Greenway?"
This time Sam interjects, giving Gregson a kind smile, "Well, we have reason to believe that it has something to do with Mr. Greenway's son and that...accident 20 years ago."
Then there's silence...the two brothers watch as the information they just gave the old man gradually sinks into his head before they hear a voice shout from the background, "Gregson, please, send them in."
Gregson, with a nod of his head, gestures them into the house as they nod in response, waiting for him to shut the door and lead them to the sound of the voice. Entering the room they quickly assess that this is the living room, with its exquisite-looking three-piece suite, expensive ornaments and pictures of what seem to be family and friends. In the chair furthest away from them and nearest the window sits Arthur Greenway, wearing a woolly jumper, tanned trousers and loafers to match with a cigar resting on an ashtray beside him. He moves himself round to face his guests and motions them to sit on the sofa opposite him.
"What is this I hear about the involvement of my son with the murders up in Fork Mountain?"
He brothers are speechless, despite his age it seems that Arthur Greenway has perfect hearing, "And by the looks on your faces it seems that you thought I might be deaf or hard-of-hearing at my old age. I can tell you now that I can see and hear as perfect as you two can." He then looks at Gregson with a small smile, "You may leave us."
"Right sir," and with that, Gregson leaves and closes the door behind him, permitting the trio their privacy.
"Well Mr. Greenway –," Sam starts but is interrupted by the man himself, "Please, call me Arthur. There's no need to be so formal, I'm not mayor anymore." He then pours himself a drink and offers the boys one. Dean's about to consider it but Sam nudges him, turning it down with a sigh.
"Okay, Arthur, through our research we have reason to believe that the murders have something to do with your son's...untimely death," Sam says with a pause, "But we don't know why." He lies, knowing full well that it might be his vengeful ghost with a bloodthirsty grudge
Dean then takes over the conversation, "We came here today wondering if you could tell us which mine he was working in on the night of the accident, to further help our investigation."
"The police had already swept the area as soon as it was safe enough to enter and found no trace of him. Told me it looked like he vanished into thin air," Arthur takes this moment to take a swig of what he had in his glass before answering his question, "But if it'll help you, he was working in Mine No.3 right next to the water tower. I shall always remember that because it overlooked the forest and it was his and Mackenzie's favourite spot. They'd spend hours up there just sitting next to each other, arm in arm, watching as the world goes by without a care."
Sam's heart can't help but melt at the sound of that beautiful image as his mind plays out the scene but instead of Lawson and Mackenzie, it's him and Dean, on a perfect hot, summer's day. He's only interrupted when Dean starts to get up, "Thank you for your time Arthur. You have no idea how much you've helped us," he then signals Sam with a turn of his head that they're leaving.
"Yes, we're truly sorry we had to bother you with this," Sam tries to apologize but Arthur waves it away, "I appreciate your apology young man but you don't need to be. I had mourned and accepted his death a long time ago and have since become stronger in myself because of it. You take care now boys."
"We will. Goodbye Mr. Greenway," Sam replies with a small smile before following Dean out of the room and out of the house.
"Goodbye boys!" Arthur calls from the room, before he returns to his staring out of the window with a smile of his own forming on his face.