Both were quiet during the drive. Sam had been looking out through the rear mirror until the house was out of sight. He was worried about the three men, but as long as he could see them they just stood there, menacing but not doing anything.

Dean dropped his younger brother off at the public library.

"Sam?" He yelled as he drove off.

"Yeah, what?" Sam turned around.

"Don't forget the newspaper!" Dean shouted back. "I'll pick you up in 2!"

Sam only waved one hand. Sure, he wouldn't forget the newspaper. It had become almost a ritual to first check the local newspaper for anything that could be of interest. But he had only 2 hours now.

The library was a modern building from the outside but inside it looked like an old dungeon with many badly illuminated corridors. There was only one computer and even that one was not occupied. There was no one in here, only the personnel and they seemed pretty bored. So, as soon as Sam stepped in front of the counter, the three women were all over him. They all wore the same clothes, black skirts, white blouses, like the typical library workers in the movies did. Sam smiled politely.

The women looked at him in shock first when he inquired about the incidents that involved the Hawking and the Stevenson families but after he had told them his story – that he was a journalist from the Daily Mail on the quest of an American story, at least two of the women, the younger ones, warmed up to him. They brought him the relevant books and newspaper articles from the archive and helped him sort everything. Still, the older woman remained suspicious.

"You sure don't look like a journalist. The ones that came here were…" she paused and scrutinized him thoroughly. "…older!"

Now Sam wished that Dean was here with him. His older brother would have had the perfect answer to that ready at hand. "Well, I…I guess it' s better to have an early start?"

That didn't help it. But Lindsay, as one of the younger women had introduced herself, shushed her older colleague.

"Cut him some slack, Sally, will you? When was the last time we had such a handsome man in these halls?" she giggled.

The latter retreated but still watched Sam as she sat down in one corner, pretending to go through some papers. But Sam felt her watchful eyes as he browsed through the material Lindsay and her colleague brought him. Lindsay stood next to him, peering over his shoulder, showing a great interest in what he was researching.

Sam turned his head from time to time but she didn't realize what he was trying to imply. Every time their eyes met, she had a broad smile on her face while he tried to return it while suppressing a roll of his eyes and biting back unfriendly remarks. There was only one way to get rid of her.

"Do you also have something about…ahm…the 10 plagues?" he said, flashing her a charming smile.

"The what?" Lindsay smiled back at him.

"The 10 plagues? Or maybe, if you don't have anything on that, the bible?"

"Sure, I'll see what I can find…" She turned away but Sam had seen the perplex expression on her face. He hoped that she wouldn't ask any stupid questions.

"Oh, and please?" Sam said when she was moving away. Lindsay turned to him again. "And today's newspaper?"

She nodded and left. Sam sighed. He reopened the book which he had in his hands. An article had caught his attention. The book was a recollection of Richmond's newspaper reports from 1993. That was the year when Lauren had been born and the article he now looked at contained a picture of the lake behind the Hawking's house. It showed the house from a side view on the left side, the lake was in the middle of the picture and on the right side there was another house.

Sam read through the article below the picture but that didn't help him much. It only said that there were inexplicable incidents in that night that got the Stevenson's killed and that the Hawking's were supposed to be involved in some way. Nothing more. The more he searched in this book, the more desperate he got. He didn't find anything that led him on a trail of demons, possessed people or any supernatural phenomena.

He quickly walked over to the copying machine and copied the page with the picture on. Then he went back to the desk. He put the book down and took another. This time it was a regular book, which had nothing to do with what he was searching for but he wondered what it was doing here. He quickly browsed through it and found a newspaper article from yesterday's paper. This definitely didn't belong in here.

'Haunted house being torn down. Demolition proposed to start on July, 24th.' Sam's interest was peaked. Haunted house? Another mystery? But that just wasn't possible. The brown-haired young man carefully picked up the book with the article pressed against the pages so that the others couldn't see what he was doing. After a moment, he closed the book and put it down. It was Lucy's house. They wanted to tear it down because the mayor had convinced the rest of the town to finally end all these terrible events. He, too, or so it seemed to Sam, believed that Lauren was responsible for everything that happened. So, what did they think was going to happen after they had torn down the house? Obviously, they expected Lucy and her little sister to leave the town. Now Sam began to wonder why they hadn't done that beforehand. He would ask Lucy about that later on.

When Lindsay came back and put the books down on the desk, Sam thanked her with a short nod and began going through the new books. There was nothing of interest in today's newspaper and only one page – a summary of the 10 plagues – in the bible. He copied that page as well and then returned to the table. Then Sam remembered the picture he found. He searched for Lindsay and smiled. She approached his table.

"Lindsay? Can you help me with something? I found this picture…here…can you tell me what this is?" Sam held up the picture an pointed to the house on the right side of the image.

"Oh, that was the Stevenson's house." Lindsay explained. She seemed happy to finally have something to say. "What a tragedy. I remember that my mother always took me there when I was ill. Every child was treated there. He was a good man and a better doctor." She cast a nervous glance back at the older lady behind the counter.

"All the pregnant women as well?"

"Yeah!" Lindsay smiled again. "Why are you so interested in that? Are you trying to find out something about the possessed child?" She said down opposite of him. "You should not do that. Leave that kid alone. She and her sister have been through a lot already."

"So…you're saying…" Sam ventured on.

"Yes, I don't think she did it, but well, what do I know?" She had lowered her voice until it was barely audible. Sam had to lean forward to catch everything she said. "There are mysterious things going on here…and it's not the child…I'm sure!" She quickly straightened up. Her worried look told him that she was scared to say things like these. Sam made a mental note to pay her a visit later and find out more.

"So thank you, Lindsay." He said after a little while. "And say thank you to your colleagues for me, too. You've been a great help. I always get lost in libraries." He lied and flashed her a smile.

He picked up his few copies and what notes he had jotted down – which weren't many – and stood up. He saw Lindsay walking back to the counter. The two other women were there as well, staring at him as if he was some freak. Well, he was, wasn't he? Sam let out a sigh, then he turned to go.

Dean was nowhere to be seen, even though it was 3 pm sharp. Which meant that the two hours were up. A nagging feeling in his stomach reminded him that he hadn't been eating anything since yesterday.

"Dean, come on…" Dean was never late. So, that meant that either he had found something that was of interest or he had picked up a girl. Sam wasn't sure which one he preferred. None right now, so much he knew. He was hungry. He waited a few minutes, and when he looked at the library window, he saw Lindsay's two colleagues almost pressing their noses against the glass. Sam looked away quickly but he knew that they had seen him looking back. With a slow movement, he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He quick-dialled Dean's number and waited impatiently for his brother to answer the phone. It took about one minute.

"Hello?" came Dean's sleepy voice.

"Hey man, where in the world are you?"

"What?"

"I'm waiting here, dude! You were supposed to pick me up here?"

"Oh yeah, right! I know, I'm on my way!"

"Yeah, you better be!" Sam ended the call. He was upset and sat down on the rim of the sidewalk. It had just started to rain. "That's just great…" he muttered to himself.

He waited for more than 30 minutes before he finally saw the black Impala pulling up in front of him. Sam jumped up in a hurry and walked over to the driver's door. He yanked it open and nearly pulled his brother out of the car.

"What are you thinking? I've been waiting here for like…forever!"

"Dude, calm down! I've been busy!"

"Yeah, right! Busy! With whom?" Sam inquired, his voice having an angry edge to it.

"Well, there was this beautiful young…"

"God, just forget about it, ok? Don't ask, don't tell…" Sam slammed the open door close, then he moved over to the passenger's side and opened that door. When he got in, he let out an upset sigh.

Dean looked at him. "What's wrong, little brother?" He smiled.

"You wanna know what's wrong? That's wrong!" He extended his arms to show what he meant. "You're late, I'm soaked and hungry! And I found out a couple of interesting things." He let his last sentence hang in midair.

Dean was silent for a moment. "So?"

"So what?" Sam asked back innocently.

"What did you find out?"

"Let's go, I'm starving, man. I'll tell you everything I've found out over lunch."

"Why? Do we have time for that?" Dean replied with a smile.

"Why not? Hunting demons requires a good health and a full stomach…" Sam said with a frown. "Don't tell me you've already eaten!"

Dean's big grin gave it away. Sam elbowed him and sighed again.

"Sorry, Sammy!" Dean said, joking but he felt that something was wrong with his brother and it was definitely not because of the fact that he had to wait or that he was hungry. The issue with Lucy was getting to him in a more intense way than his brother would ever admit. He felt connected with her because of the incident with the demon who killed her mother.

"Bite me!" Sam replied sharply and pulled the door shut.