Sam felt horrible leaving Lucy in her upset state of mind alone in the house but after the attack with the stone, nothing else had happened and the street was empty and quiet. He prayed that they would finally find something useful. Time was running out. He already felt the next wave of unwanted hatred approaching. And who knew what evil would hit them next. They had left the car in front of the Hawking's house to have some cover for themselves.
They waited until the last of the deputies had left the police station before they moved any closer. Dean quickly opened the door with a lock-pick and stepped in, flashlight ready but Sam put his hand onto his brother's arm to stop him from turning it on.
"Don't…they might see the light through the window." Sam pointed towards the windows through which the main road was clearly visible.
Dean nodded but cursed a little when he tripped over a paper bin and nearly fell only a second later.
"Quiet!" Sam hissed under his breath. "Try to find that file! Try to find something…"
"Yes sir!" Dean hissed back and gave his brother a hurt look. But he knew that they had to hurry.
Sam pulled open every drawer on his side of the bureau and scanned through the files to find the confidential report of Sergeant Adams Lindsay had spoken about but he had no luck. Carefully, he put everything back in the drawers as it was before and closed them before moving to the next. Dean did the same on the other side of the room where there were more drawers and boxes with files. When he opened the next drawer, he found something he hadn't expected to find there.
"Sam!" he whispered. "Sam! I found something! You gotta check this out!" Dean was at a loss of words to describe what he held in his hands. It was the file of which the piece of paper Dean had stolen from the cop earlier that day had come apart.
His brother came over and peered over Dean's shoulder. Dean held the black file in his hands. The upper right corner was missing and Dean pulled out the missing piece to hold it next to the file.
"What's this?" Sam asked while he read what was written on the black cover. 'Hawking, Lauren. Prosecution.'
"I don't know but it doesn't seem to belong here. This doesn't look like a real police report…It's too…thick" He flipped the first page open and nearly dropped the file.
There were medical reports and analysis files of Lauren Hawking, the statement of the priest who tried to exorcise the demon and also the various records of police work done on the Hawking's case. Almost every resident of Richmond had filed a report against Lauren. Most were about attacks or strange noises they had heard but which were never proven. But still, the police had followed each of the trails and often reprimanded and even sentenced Lucy and Lauren for that.
"Make copies of that…I guess that they'll notice when we just take them with us…" Sam suggested and continued his search. He carefully unlocked the door to the sergeant's office at the end of the room and stepped in. He needed to find more, even though he was not sure what he was looking for at all, but after what Dean had just found, the hair on the back of his neck was standing up. Those people were crazy. Lucy and Lauren were in grave danger, that he was sure of.
"You're right, this is not a police record, this is pure harassment and hatred. It says 'prosecution' as if they already sentenced her." Sam breathed hard.
"They have…" Dean said. "They already made up their minds about what to do. They want to tear down the house and drive them away."
At the back of the file Dean found medical reports. They were written on paper that had coffee and blood stains on them. Dean did not dare to touch them. He heard Sam gasp behind him. These reports clearly stated what had been done to Lauren, the dose and continuance of electroshocks, the medications, the unnecessary surgeries. Sam felt a strong wave of nausea and already tasted the bile at the back of his mouth. Now he realized that the scars on Lauren's body and the irregular growth of hair he had noticed were the results of the medical examinations.
"Sam…are you alright?" Dean whispered when he saw his brother sway a little.
"They…wanted to…destroy her…" Sam said with a shaky voice.
With a frenzy that came close to madness, Sam turned away and scrambled through stacks of paper and all the drawers while Dean kept on browsing through the drawers in the main room. He had seen the medical reports and what he had read there had turned his stomach. They had done the most horrible things to this little girl. But what for? To find out if she was possessed or if she committed the murders because she was schizophrenic? This all made no sense.
Now he understood why Lauren was acting so strangely. And he understood why Lucy was being so overprotective. The electroshock therapy and the drugs they'd given her must have had a great effect on her.
The last drawer was locked.
"Dean! Hand me the lock-pick?"
"You found something?" Dean hissed under his breath and approached him from behind. He pulled the lock-pick from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it over to his brother. Sam quickly opened the lock and pulled the drawer open.
"Not yet, but why is this thing here locked? Everything else is open…except for this one! That's strange…"
Dean agreed. The police station in his little town did not have anything of importance to hide in a locked drawer. It wasn't even a real police station, it was more like a sheriff's bureau. Sam carefully pried at the lock and pulled open the drawer.
There it was, the full report of Sergeant Adams. Sam coughed. He quickly read through the first page, then only flipped through the following pages. Dean had stopped searching his side of the office and moved over to his brother.
"You found something?"
Sam didn't answer. He was immersed in what he read on these pages. He turned one page back and forth, muttering under his breath.
"What is it?" Dean poked one elbow into his brother' side. "Talk to me, man!"
"Terminated…" Sam whispered. He remembered Lindsay telling him that Adams had died.
Dean turned in shock at the sound of his voice. "What?"
"This one, too…" Sam said when he turned to the next page. There had been another sergeant, Timothy McRyan, and on his profile page Sam saw the same stamp. "Terminated!"
"What are you talking about?" Dean snatched the file from his brother's hands. "Is that the police man you were talking about earlier?"
"No…that's another one…they're all dead…killed…" Sam's voice was barely audible.
"What?" Dean now read more carefully. Sergeant Adams, who had been investigating the murders of the Stevenson's, had not found any evidence that Lauren Hawkings had committed these murders. All he found were footsteps that could not be those of a child, let alone a baby.
Only a year after Adams had died, Sergeant McRyan had continued to investigate on the same subject. A few months later, he had been found dead, too.
Sergeant Adams' and the other deaths had not further been investigated on but still, this file here and Lauren's medical reports showed that someone had been interested in collecting all the detailed reports and so-called evidence that seemed to prove Lauren committed all these horrible murders but then, all of these people who filed the reports were dead. Except for the one who owned this file. And that someone wanted to keep it that way.
Lauren had been born that night, Sam thought. Maybe her birth had conjured up a demon or something like that? Someone else had to be responsible for that, then. The birth of a child always emitted a lot of energy but there had to be someone who was able to use this energy. Someone who knew, someone who needed a demon.
Suddenly, there was a noise, something was moving, scratching against metal. Dean snuck over to the window and peeked out, then he waved frantically at his brother, indicating to get down. Sam ducked and crawled over to the window.
"It's them!" Dean hissed.
"Who?"
"Those three assholes…"
"What?" Sam drew in a sharp breath. "What are…"
"Not sure, but they're coming in." Dean backed away from the window when he heard the door handle move and squeezed himself behind a tall drawer while Sam dove under the desk just in time when the lights went on. Both held their breath. Sam still had the file but when he peeked out from underneath the wooden desk he saw that Dean had closed the drawer before he had disappeared behind it. He had even reattached the lock. Sam let out a silent sigh. He wanted so much to continue reading, because there was so much more to discover in this file.
Dean couldn't see anything because the drawer was higher than himself so he hoped that Sam was able to see what was going on. Right now he just had to sit tight and be quiet until these men left again. Right now, it didn't seem like it would happen any time soon.
Three men stepped in, all wearing heavy boots crusted with dried mud. Sam wished that he could vanish into thin air but while he tried to back as far away against the footboard of the table under which he was hiding, he hoped that they had closed all the drawers they had opened only a few moments ago. And he prayed silently that these men had not come here to have a look at that file he was still holding in his hands. But as far as he could tell from his hiding place, they didn't come here to work.