Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural rather it is television show. The original characters and stories are mine. Any similarities to real people and places are purely coincidental.
House of Mercy: Chapter 4
The Haunted Desk
"What kind of desk are we looking for?"
"The haunted kind?" Dean said under his breath as he confidently left the room.
"What's his problem?" Tim's gaze followed Dean out of the room. "Never mind. It is an antique oak writing desk with an accordion lid. The desk was in mint condition."
Sam and Tim followed Dean into the hallway. Dean had made his way into the master bedroom. A king size bed on a Hollywood frame stood against the wall opposite of the door. A homemade, patch-work quilt covered the bed. The wood floors creaked as Dean approached an old, oak writing desk sitting to the right of the bed. "Is this the desk?" Dean questioned Tim.
Nodding his head, he replied, "Yeah." Tim confidently approached the desk, Bible in hand. He opened the accordion and placed the Bible on top of the desk. He waited, nothing happened.
"Boo!" Dean shouted, eyes sparkling with mischief. Tim jumped and went white as a ghost. Laughing, "What did you think was going to happen?"
Tim blushed and stared at his feet, "I don't know." His dark brown eyes met Sam's, "Now what do we do?"
Dean and Sam exchanged understanding glances. "You will help me carry this outside. Then you will not interfere and just watch. No matter what happens you will not interfere. OK?" Sam instructed Tim as Dean walked out of the room and outside. Sam hoped that the antique dealer would not object to burning the desk.
As Sam and Tim were attempting to fit the desk through the bedroom door, Dean began sitting up a fire pit. The desk had to be tipped and wiggled in order to fit through the narrow door frame. Along the bottom of the desk Sam noticed an inscription "To my beloved. May your house always show mercy to those in need".
Ten minutes later:
The three stood outside watching the desk burn. Tim had protested at first but was persuaded to burn the antique when he was informed it would save lives. After the fire, Tim got into his car and drove away. The two brothers decided to stay in town for a little longer to ensure that their job was complete.
Three months went by before the old farmhouse was sold. The town thought that the house sold relatively fast considering the murders. The price was good and the couple was from Utah. They did not know of the murders, just that they had gotten a good deal. The couple lived and raised a family there with no signs of any supernatural activities.
Author's note: Thanks for reading. This is my first completed fan fic story. Let me know what you think of it. I am always open to suggestions and would appreciate any comments you may have. I also do not have a beta, so I apologize for any errors you may have found while reading.