VI

To see her cry like that had left Sam extremely vexed and confused. The hunger was gone as was the warmth he had felt when he had held her in his arms. He still smelled her perfume and the bare skin of his arms longed to feel her skin again.

But there were more urgent matters that needed taking care of now. This stone was just a warning, probably the last one. Sam was sure, the townspeople would not stop at tearing down the house with Lucy and Lauren still inside. They really needed to hurry to find out why things were the way they were. Right now, they had absolutely no clue. There were a few hints on what it could be, but they needed to be sure.

"It's been quite a while since they broke the window last time…" Lucy said out of the sudden. "Most of the time, those three big guys walked up and down the street and the people stayed away."

Sam thought for a moment. "Those guys living in the Stevenson's house?"

"I think so…I've never been there after…" Lucy frowned a little. "I heard that they moved in the night after these horrible…after these things happened to the Stevenson's."

Sam nodded. In his head he tried to piece together every bit of information they had gathered so far. Lauren was supposed to be possessed by a demonic spirit and have killed many innocent people. She had been examined by a priest and a couple of doctors. The ten plagues were obviously also part of this picture. And the more the townspeople investigated, the more casualties and plagues there were. In his vision he had seen a room with 5 people burning and something in the back of his mind said that these three weird men also had a part in all of this. He wasn't sure but until now, his sense of the supernatural phenomena that were around him had never yet failed him.

Dean was still standing near the window, scanning the empty street. The sky had darkened quickly. He had stopped cursing and shouting by now but still looked very aggravated. Carefully he pried away the larger shards of glass so that no one would get hurt but it was obvious that he was not happy about these latest developments.

Carrying the shards of glass into the kitchen, he nearly bumped into Sam who seemed – again – lost in his thoughts.

"Watch it, man!" Dean hissed, steering clear of his younger brother. Sam snapped out of his trance like state and frowned.

"Dean, we really need to do something…"

"I know…"

"Then why ain't we doing something?" Sam had to work hard not to shout at his brother.

Dean was silent for a moment and looked at Sam. To some extent, he could understand him but the way he talked to him upset him. "We are doing something. At least, I'm doing something. I ain't sitting around here holding hands with Lucy!"

Sam looked hurt but bit back a remark. He knew that he had overreacted. Dean was right, Sam hadn't done much yet.

After a short pause, Sam quietly said: "So…what are we gonna do now? Any plans?"

Dean eyed his brother intensely. "Yes, what do you think? I always have a plan…"

Now it was Sam who gave his brother a questioning look. "Really…" But he didn't keep on bickering. Time was something they could not bother to waste.

He turned away and looked into the kitchen where Lucy was hugging Lauren who was sitting on the floor. From what he could see, Lauren did not seem to be scared at all if not but from seeing Lucy's tears. As he now continued to look at her, she helped Lauren up and led her into the living room where she sat her down onto the couch and switched on the TV. Sam could hear the introducing melody of the Smurfs' TV show again.

Then he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder. "We wait until nightfall and search the police station."

"You mean…breaking in?"

"Yeah, what else? We always do that."

"Sure, but is this not going to make the whole situation harder for the two of them?"

Dean frowned. "You know, it always gets worse before it gets better." It was what their father had always said when things were going rougher than anticipated. "It's the only way I see now to find out more about what is going on here. Who knows what we can find there…"

Sam nodded. He didn't actually like the idea of leaving Lauren and Lucy all by themselves but he couldn't let his brother break into the local police station alone, too. Dean would definitely get into trouble.

"You want to do what?" Lucy sounded a bit exasperated. Sam and Dean had walked into the living room to fill her in on their latest plan. Dean still beamed with joy. "Break into the police station? Are you nuts?" She had finally stopped walking around and now stood – arms crossed in front of her chest – in the middle of the living room.

Dean just smiled. "Maybe?"

With both eyebrows raised, Lucy glared at him. "Maybe?"

Sam held up one hand. "Lucy, please. We're just…"

"Trying to help?" Lucy bared her teeth. "Didn't you say that earlier as well?"

"And didn't we find out something? Lucy, I am not sure what you're thinking right now but things are not that easy. We don't know much right now but I think that we'll be a lot wiser after we searched the police station. From what I know, there were some things the police tried to cover up."

Lucy's questioning glance made him clench his jaws.

"When I was in the library, I met one of the women there and she filled me in on some of the mysteries." He could already read on her face that the fact of Sam talking to another woman did not make her happy. "We just talked…" He tried to explain but Lucy shook her head as if to wipe away the topic.

Sam sighed. What was he doing here? Why was he trying to defend himself? "She told me something about a police officer who had worked on the case of the deaths of the Stevenson's. Whatever is going on here, maybe it's better to start at the beginning…the night Lauren was born."

"Right…" was all Lucy said.

"So we'll make our move at nightfall." Dean added. "You better sit tight and wait for us."

"So you just want me to sit here with my thumps up my ass?" Lucy was furious.

"Oh, I'd die to see that!" Dean joked and ducked right in time. Lucy had grabbed a book and thrown it across the room. She had missed Dean's head only by a few inches. The book hit the wall and then the ground with many pages falling out of it.

Sam had stepped back. "Yes, that's exactly what we need you to do. Please, Lucy!"