Well, here is another chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: The real Sam and Dean arnt mine, but there are some pretty realistic copies hidden under my bed...


Chapter Four

"They weren't her bones," Sam muttered. Then louder, "Dean, those weren't her bones!"

Dean silenced, his monologue on how Sam would benefit from a haircut, cut short by Sam's outburst. Now fully paying attention to Sam's words, he spoke, "What do you mean? We got the bitch. You saw it. The statues eyes weren't glowing. She left you alone. Of course we got her." Dean grinned. "Have we ever messed something like this up?"

Sam groaned and leaned back against the seat.

The first thing Sam noticed when he woke up the next morning was the all over ache. It started at the burn on his neck, then travelled down through the various cuts, grazes and bruises that covered his body. His head felt like it was slowly being ripped apart by giant drills.

"They weren't her bones, Dean." The remnants of his dream slipped out Sam's mouth. Slowly his head cleared, and the insistent drilling became slightly more bearable.

Dean sat on the bed opposite of Sam's. "Explain."

Sam tried to piece together the events of the day before.

"Remember how you asked about her name? Why 'Black Agnes'? The name on the grave was completely different. You burnt Maria's bones, but Maria wasn't the spirit."

Sam motioned for Dean to pass him the laptop. He got back onto the site he'd checked out the day before. "Remember this?" Sam turned the computer to face Dean.

"What about it?" Dean looked at the photo of Maria Ferguson. Sam turned the laptop back around and clicked some more buttons.

"You only saw her from behind, but the spirit who attacked me looked nothing like Maria. She was also much younger. Maria died peacefully in her sleep at the age of ninety-two. I'm telling you, it wasn't her."

Dean swore. "There are hundreds of graves in that cemetery. That statue could belong to anybody!"

Sam grimaced, the rise in Dean's voice irritating the pounding in his head. "At least we have a name. We can ask around. A woman kills herself after being rejected by her fiancé. Someone's bound to have heard something."

Dean nodded, and in a softer voice spoke, "Okay, I'll look around some more. I'll drop you off at the library. You can check out that website you found yesterday and the newspaper articles. We'll meet back at the cemetery later and have another look around."

Sam shivered, at the thought of going back to the cemetery, causing the aggravating drilling in his head to begin again, but nodded and got his gear together.

At the library Sam had no idea where to start. He had no dates, and barely a name to work with. Newspapers only helped if you had some idea of what you were looking for. Sam had nothing.

He stared down the large pile of newspapers, and they were only recent ones. Sam moved the new ones aside. No point in even bothering with them. From the state of the statue, it had been there awhile.

"Can I help you there honey?" Sam jumped. An old lady, the librarian, had somehow materialised beside him as he scoured the newspapers.

"Maybe," Sam replied. "I'm doing some research for an article…on statues." Sam hoped it didn't sound too unrealistic. "That one in the cemetery, the one, the, uh, the one the girl died on. It's interesting and I was wondering if you could tell me anything about it".

The librarian paused to think. "That statute was put there when my mother was a little girl. I think she told me about it once…yes." She paused again and furrowed her brow in concentration. "Agnes…M…M something. A woman thought her husband was cheating on her and killed herself the night before their wedding. Her fiancé was devastated and had a statute made. Anyway, there was a lot of controversy at the time. I remember my mother telling me that the statute was built over the wrong grave. How that mistake was made…I don't know." She stopped. "I'm sorry, but that's all I remember. I hope it was of some help to you."

"Uh, yes. Thanks. One more thing, do you know where I could get any more information on it?"

The librarian shook her head. "Sorry, I can't help you there. Internet wasn't around back then." The old lady grinned and Sam inwardly groaned.

"Well, thanks for you're help. I have to go now."

Sam hoped Dean was doing better.

Dean was doing much better. The waitress serving his table was being very helpful. She had given him her phone number and the name of her favourite bar.

Dean looked around and spotted a large clock in the shape of a giant spoon.

"Damn," he muttered. He grinned at the waitress. "I'll give you a call." With that, he paid for his food and left to pick up Sam.

"Dean, I've been sitting here for over a half an hour. What took you so long?" Sam said, as climbed into the car.

Dean pulled a face. "Was doing research." He grinned. Technically it was true. He'd found out a lot… about that waitress.

Sam frowned at Dean. "Get her number?"

Dean laughed. "Hell yeah! There's always time for a little fun, Sammy. You should try it sometime."

"It's Sam, Dean. Shouldn't we be focussing on the hunt right now? Before someone else gets hurt."

Dean sighed, resigned to the fact that Sam was right. He'd never admit it of course, but Dean knew fun had to wait. Besides, if Sam got his ass kicked again by a girl, that was enough fun to see Dean through to the next century.

"Okay, we'll start with the graves surrounding the statue. Then if we don't find any belonging to Agnes, we'll search other places." Dean pulled the Impala up just outside the cemetery gates.

He looked towards Sam. "Come on then."

For the third time they made the walk back up to the statue, but with much less stumbling this time.

"You check that side of the statue, I'll start on this side. Call out if you find something."

Dean and Sam made their ways to opposite sides of the statue and began searching for names on the headstones.

Dean carefully stepped over the grave that he'd desecrated the night before, mumbling a sort of half apology to the woman whose bones used to rest there. He glanced at the tombstone next to it, Arnold Ferguson, and grimaced. He hoped the old guy wasn't going to come after him.

After an hour of searching and coming up with nothing, Dean became aware that he and Sam were about to reach the same spot. Grinning to himself, Dean doubled back around a tree then softy made his way to behind Sam.


soooooooooo... another one down and what the heck is dean doing????