Anything But Normal
Part 6

"Come on, we should get the hell out of here." Dean said as he helped Liz off of the floor.

"You're right." Liz said as she grabbed her jacket to leave.

"Where's the nearest library?" Dean asked.

They drove in the Impala for ten minutes to the library. They sat at computers looking up the history of Anderson Apartments.

"All I can get is that it was originally Cooper apartments, but was renamed after some mayor from the 70's, Joseph Anderson." Dean said, running his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, same here. Nothing weird. Or maybe that's a clue. Maybe we shouldn't be looking into the apartment's history." Liz suggested.

"We might find something in Anderson's history."

"Exactly." Liz smiled.

"You look up his life. Where he lived, who he was married to, and that kind of stuff. I'll look up where and how he died." Dean told her.

An hour later they compared results.

"All it says is that he was found dead in his bedroom by his wife. He died of a heart attack."

"He sounds fine. Married to Shelly Levine for forty years. She died shortly after he did of natural causes. He had no kids, a happy childhood, and a white picket fence kind of life."

"Dead end." Dean sighed.

"Or not." Liz said, looking at her computer screen with interest.

"Care to share, Nancy Drew?"

"It says here that before Anderson was into politics, he had a construction job as a teenager for one summer."

"He built the building." Dean assumed.

"Bingo. So if I'm Nancy Drew does that make you one of the Hardy Boys?"

"You can't compare me to one of the Hardy Boys. I'm more like James Bond. Sexy, cunning, mysterious. Did I mention sexy?" Dean smirked.

Liz rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you already mentioned that one, Mr. Bond."

Dean smiled, "Alright, let's find out where this son of a bitch was buried."

"Greenwood Cemetery. It's about twenty minutes outside of town."

"Alright, I'll go after dark."

"I'm coming with you."

"Lizzie, look you've never done this before. I–" he started.

Liz cut him off, "Look, I seem to keep running into supernatural things and while, yes they do happen to scare the crap out of me, I want to have some idea of what to do next time something like this happens."

"You really think there will be a next time?" Dean asked.

"You think I put a freaking arsenal in my closet for fun?"

"Look, if you really want to go with me, you've gotta know that this isn't about playing Buffy. It's gonna be dangerous."

"Dean it's just burning a body. Compared to a spirit throwing knives at my head and trying to strangle me, I don't think it'll be that bad."

After Dark...

Dean and Liz were driving to the cemetery. "So, earlier when you were talking about Anderson you said he lived a 'white picket fence kind of life.' You kind of sounded a little bitter about it." Dean said.

"I just hate that idea. Working a nine to five job, and having a nice green lawn with a white picket fence."

"Makes you want to puke?"

"Yeah basically."

"Hey, I'm with you all the way."

"Do you think that if we weren't brought up the way we were that it would be different?"

"What do you mean?" they pulled up to the cemetery and stopped.

"I mean, we were both raised by single dads, and we both knew about supernatural stuff when we were really young. Obviously I was older than you were, but still." she said as they took out the shovels, salt, and gasoline and they began looking for Anderson's grave. "So do you think it would be different? Do you think we'd want the white picket fence?"

"I don't know. I mean, I guess it would be normal for us. I guess we probably would. That thought freaks me out." Dean said. He was relatively content with the life he led. He couldn't imagine ever wanting to live that life.

"Yeah me too."

"There's the grave." Dean pointed out.

A few hours later, Dean and Liz were both in their t-shirts with their jackets on top of a nearby headstone. They were both sweating by the time they had finished digging six feet into the ground.

"It's good enough. We can break the top of the coffin from here." Dean said.

He gave Liz a push up so that she could get out of the grave. Liz went to go bring over the salt and gasoline.

Dean used the shovel to break open the casket. "Holy shit. Lizzie, I think we've got a problem!" Dean yelled up.

"What's wrong?" Liz asked as she put down the container of gasoline.

"There's no body."

A/N: Did you like the cliffhanger I gave ya there?