A/N: I pretty much broke up the last chapter into three "little" chapters, which is why they are are shorter than the first three.
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Series One, Episode Three, Part Four
What I've Been Looking For*
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Sam and Castiel entered the surprisingly large library. Even though all the walls and carpeting were a light grey, the multiple large windows made the room feel light and airy.
The younger Winchester scanned the large front room for anyone wearing a nametag. He spotted one on a tall, blonde young woman as she turned away from the magazines. "Excuse me, miss," Sam called as he walked after the woman.
She turned around and walked towards Sam and Cas. "May I help you with something, sirs." She gave them a bright white smile.
"Uh, yes," Sam looked down at her nametag, "Amber. I'm James, and this is Elliot. We're from the Easley Gazette. We're writing a piece on the Walker family murder, and we were wondering where we could find information on the house's history."
"Should be downstairs," she looked over at and pointed to a set of green doors on the left. She made hand motions as she gave them directions, "The stairs are through those doors, then on your right. Take them down one level, then go through the red doors. Walk down the hall, turn left at the first hallway, and the Easley Archives Room will be the second door on your right. Residencies are listed alphabetically by street name, then by number." Sam gave a quick nod and a thank you before he and Cas followed Amber's directions.
The door leading to the Easley Archives room was a bit heavy, and led to a room that was a little larger than Sam imagined. In the chilly room there were four wooden tables in the corner to the left. The rest of the room was filled with stacks of books organized in just the way Amber had described. It did not take long for Sam to find the histories for the house the Walkers lived in - a.k.a. 3695 Pennbrooke Lane. There were two volumes on the history of the home: one from its construction in the 1800s to the year 1900, the second one started in 1901 but had no end date. Sam took the 1800 to 1900 book, and gave Cas the other one.
The two took their books to one of the tables. After about five minutes Cas looked up from his book. "I may have found what we're looking for." Cas turned the volume around and pushed it towards Sam.
Sam scanned the page and nodded, "I think you're right, Cas."
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Dean did not find out anything from the Walker's neighbors, so he went back to the motel. He lied in his bed, drinking a beer and watching a marathon of Dr. Sexy, M.D. when he heard the click of the door opening. Dean quickly switched stations, but ended up on the Home Shopping Network.
"You suddenly an old lady who just got their Social Security check?" Sam asked.
"Watch South Park too much?" Dean retorted defensively. "You find anything, Sam," he asked a little harshly then sipped his beer.
Sam ignored his brother's tone. "Uh, yeah. Get this, apparently in 1923 the house was abandoned after its owner, Lucas Marshall, killed his wife and two daughters, then shot himself. The bodies of his family were never recovered. In the father's suicide note he confessed to murdering and dismembering his wife and daughters' bodies, then burying them somewhere off the property. But his letter didn't specify where he buried the bodies or why he killed his family. But get this, the letter also said that he cleaned up all the blood because the house was too beautiful to leave it a mess."
Dean scrunched up his face in confusion. "He didn't want to leave it a mess? Then why the Hell did he shoot himself?"
Sam shrugged, "Dean, the guy was a nutcase who killed his whole family. Why would that make more sense then killing his wife and daughters for apparently no reason?"
Dean had to give his brother that one. "So, we thinkin' he's the ghost? A typical locate, salt and burn?"
"There is no body." Cas informed him. "Lucas Marshall was cremated."
"Great so maybe he's the ghost, and maybe there's something in the house that's keeping him there." Sam shrugged. Dean finished his beer and put the bottle on the nightstand. The older Winchester pushed himself off the bed. "Guess we better go find out."
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*What I've Been Looking For is a song from High School Musical. Yes, you read that correctly. I used a song from a crappy Disney movie as a chapter title for a Supernatural fanfic. I'm ashamed I even know this song.