Hey Peoples. Heres the next chapter, and as promised it's a bit longer! Hope you enjoy!
Sam knew that there was something wrong with his brother. Dean was never the quiet one. Dean didn't handle loss well. He was too young to remember their mother's death but since their father had died Dean forced himself into their work. Dean sat in front of a computer screen reading over articles about the town and the new restaurant owners. "Okay so what we know is that he's been coming after girls ages 16-20, and they were all fairly new waitress, and they what, disappear?" Dean asked.
"That seems to be it. Theirs always blood at the scene." Sam said closing the book that he had in front of him. Picking up his chair Sam placed it next to Dean's to read over his shoulder. "So even if these are the guys it may take them a while to pick a girl."
"Well the girls didn't have anything in common did they?" Dean asked pulling up another article about the town.
"Not that we've been able to piece together yet. Hey what's that?" Sam asked. The article currently on the page was about the cemetery Dean had been by last night. "This could take up our time."
"Deals with the devil," Dean said reading over the article. "This could be interesting. Or at least take up some time before they pick a girl."
Sam stretched his hands over his head letting out a yawn. "Okay I'll stay here and research Hargrove, you go for a walk in the cemetery see if you can find his unmarked grave."
"Sounds like fun to me." Dean said standing up from the chair. "Okay its 2:30 now we'll meet back at the house before dinner?"
"Sounds good." Sam said taking Dean's seat in front of the computer.
Dean walked the two block distance from the public library to the cemetery, to once again find Abigail taking photographs. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Dean said walking up behind her.
"You talked with my grandmother?" Abigail asked assuming that this was the part of the conversation where they stopped talking so much. "Yes, I'm still a high school student. What of it?"
"Nothing, you just look a lot older than you are. I'm guessing you're like what 17 18 years old?" Dean asked fishing for answers.
"I'm 17; I'm one of the youngest people in my class." Abigail explained moving to take a picture. "Is that a problem for you?"
The question caught Dean off guard for a moment. "There's no problem. So why are you skipping out on school. You don't look like the type of girl who would do that?"
"I guess you don't know me that well after all." Abigail said walking a short distance to a set of tombstones. "So Dean, you have a last name?"
"Winchester, Sam and I are from Kansas, but we travel a lot." Dean said following her.
"Winchester? Like the mystery house in California." Abigail asked laughing.
"And the rifle, most people say the rifle." Dean told her. When they stopped Dean looked down the tombstones that they stopped in front of. "You know the story behind the Winchester house?"
"Yea, married a rich guy who made guns that helped kill people, had a kid the kid died and then so did her husband. Some psychic tells her there's a curse on her family so she takes the fortune and runs, and builds that crazy house." She said taking a quick breath before beginning again. "But really I think that's ridiculous because any spirit that has the ability to travel cross country seems insane. And even if there was like a mammoth of a house would be able to confuse the spirits from killing her."
"That was sure a mouth full." Dean said laughing at her. "So who is this?" He motioned to the headstones in front of him.
'Arthur Matchlock
November 1965-July 2001
Eve Matchlock
March 1966- July 1993
Andrew Matchlock
February-July 1993'
"Dean, do you believe in family curses?" Abigail asked faced turned down looking at the headstones in front of them.
"Do I believe in family curses?" Dean said out loud before letting his thoughts over take him. 'Well my mother was killed by some demon that wants to take my brother and make him be some murdering satanic force.' Dean thought.
"Dean?" Abigail said touching his arm softly to bring him from his thoughts.
"Yea, yea I do." Dean said turning to her. For a brief moment the two looked into each others eyes with a sense of understanding overcoming them. "My mother died when I was just a little kid, and my dad died this past year." Dean explained without getting into the supernatural aspect of his family. "Is this your family?" he said pointing at the headstones.
"Yea, my mom and baby brother died in a fire when I was little. And my father died a few years ago. I've been living with Eva since." Abigail explained. Waiting a minute to let the information sink in, "I should probably head home. Eva worries about me."
"That would explain why you walk around in the cemetery at night." Dean joked as they started to leave. "Look I know you have a life and you have your things, but do me a favor."
"What's that?" Abigail asked, turning to face him.
"If you feel the need for anymore late night walks around town, let me know I'll go with you." Dean said as he started to walk away again.
"What makes you think I need protecting?" She yelled standing firm in place. Dean turned around and walked back towards her. Without saying a word he reached around her to the small of her back resting his hand on the smooth skin between her shirt and her jeans. Letting his hand move lower to her jeans Dean grabbed a knife that she had tucked in her waistband.
"Trust me you do." He said before stepping back and putting the knife in his pocket and walked away.
When Dean entered the room he dropped the knife on the bed the shiny sliver catching Sam's attention. "Where'd the knife come from?"
"I took it from Eva's granddaughter. She was hanging out at the cemetery." Dean said opening up a journal from one of their previous trips.
"Should I even ask?" Sam laughed. His brother the human chick magnet. "What are you looking for?"
"Do you remember the family we met last year that had the same thing happen as us? I mean the mom and the fire." Dean asked, as if they could forget anything to do with those events. "Well I think there maybe something similar with Abigail's family."
"What gave you that idea?" Sam said leaving the bed and moving to sit next to his brother. "Did she say something to you?"
"I'm not sure. But her mother died when she was 4, her mother and baby brother died in a fire. Her brother was six months old that night." Dean finished knowing that information made the story a little more bizarre.
"I guess we can look into it tomorrow." Sam said. "What's their last name?"
"Matchlock, Arthur and Eve. The fire took place in 1993 so if that helps you focus your search."
"Matchlock really?" Sam laughed. The joke apparently being lost on Dean, "Matchlock is a type of gun from back in the 1500's."
"Yeah I really don't think that has anything to do with this." Dean said tucking the knife away in his duffle bag. "I'm going to head down to the kitchen and talk with Eva. Maybe I can get some info from her about her daughter."
"Just don't get us kicked out. I actually like this place." Sam said turning back to the computer to read over the articles he had saved.
Dean found Eva in the kitchen with Abigail. "Dean we were just talking about you." Eva said as she continued to cut the vegetables.
"Oh really?" he smirked walking his way to the island picking up a knife to help cut the items. "I presume that it's all in good taste."
"For the most part." Abigail teased.
"So Dean, your brother was telling us about your job." Eva started trying to keep the conversation flowing. Dean didn't respond right away. Usually while on a hunt they had cover stories or they were trying to pass as FBI agents, but in this case he wasn't sure what cracked up story Sam had told. "It must be fascinating writing for a magazine."
With a breath of relief, "It pays the bills. Plus it allows me to travel around. I've never really been the type of guy to get tied down to one place." He answered truthfully. The smirk on Abigail's face quickly vanishing. "But Sam wants to find a new home base. After our father died last year we've been moving around a lot."
"Well Andover is a wonderful place to be." Eva said taking the cut up items and throwing them all in a pot. "Oh no, Abby could you run to the store really quick and get me a carton of milk. I can't believe that I forgot to pick it up."
"Sure thing Gran." Abigail said putting her coat on.
"Dean, would you go with her. It's getting dark outside and I'd really feel more comfortable if she walked with somebody."
"Gran! I'm not helpless." Abigail complained, after a quick stare down match between the two women Eva won and Dean and Abigail were on their way to the corner market.
As the two walked in silence Dean tried to think of a rational way for him to bring up her mother's death. But he knew that if he pushed too hard now he would regret it later. Why was it that Dean had to play the sweet sensitive guy? Didn't these people get the memo! Dean does not equal man of virtue. Dean really doesn't equal anything having to do with being responsible.
"I'm really sorry about Eva. She can be a little pushy when she wants to be." Abigail said. "She seems to be under the impression that I need a boyfriend."
"Well it is nice to have someone, but I'm probably not the best choice." Dean said trying to let her off the hook.
"Well, I think you'd make a great boyfriend to some girl out their. I just know that I would never be able to put up with you. I mean you follow me, take my knife. My only means of protection and plus your probably really old too." She laughed walking into the store. Making her way to the back she grabbed a carton of milk and moved back to the front Dean in tow the whole way.
"Hey Abs just the milk?" the women behind the counter asked.
"Yep that's it." Abigail said putting the milk in a bag herself. "So any news?"
"No I'm not pregnant yet. Give Jimmy and me some time we only got married a month ago." She reminded. "So who's the guy following you? Is he that new guy that your Gran was talking about?"
"Dean," Abigail called. "Dean this is Krista Merrick. Krista this is Dean. He's staying at the boarding house while he and his brother find a house."
"Well, your lucky I'm a married women Dean or I'd try and steal you away from little miss goody two shoes right here and now." Krista joked, looking Dean over.
"I don't know whether to be flattered or scared." Dean asked looking between the two girls for some reassurance.
"Scared is probably the better of the two." Abigail picked. "I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?"
"Yeah, 12:30. Why don't you bring the hunk along too, that way Jimmy can have someone to talk with?"
"We'll see." Abigail finished as she pushed Dean out the door.
Once outside Dean started laughing so hard that he had to stop a minute to catch his breath. "Wow, is there anyone in this town who doesn't think you need to get some action."Abigail stopped dead in her tracks and hit Dean upside the head. "What!"
"Dean Winchester that is not an assumption you get to make after knowing me for 2 days!" She said taking a minute to calm down. As the duo turned a corner Abigail immediately turned around running into Dean's broad chest. Using his hands to hold her waist was the only thing stopping her from tumbling to the ground. In a split second decision Abigail brought her hands to cup Dean's face not giving him in option in what she did next. Pulling him down to her level Abigail threw herself into an abrasive kiss taking control of the situation.
Dean knew that he should stop her, but the feeling of her lips on his was all the encouragement he needed. Throwing himself into the kiss it wasn't until a voice behind them cleared their throat that they pulled away.
I'll update again really soon!