I can't remember why I wanted this to be two parts other than a small time push. -shrug- Here's part two.
Diggle, Felicity and Sam sit at a table, Sam's research spread out between the three. Dean sits on a chair, his eyes moving between the table and Oliver who continues to examine the small bathroom. Dean can't help but enjoy it. After Cas had left, he had watched the three try to make some sort of sense. At the end of it Diggle had said, "I just don't get things anymore" to which Felicity had said, "you're getting better at this though, less drooling" and they had moved on. Oliver, on the other hand, had taken to examining each and every tile in the bathroom.
"I don't know my history but it's not hard to believe a remote town was taken down by a Native American tribe," Diggle says.
"It doesn't say tribe though, the word spirit is in the singular," Sam points to the journal.
"People back then, hell, people now say the same. In Afghanistan, you'd hear some of the stories tribes told. Enemies to them are the Devil, or some form of him, no matter how large or how small they are…"
Sam gives a nod, "it's just, in our line of work, sometimes these legends prove to be exactly as you read them."
Felicity looks over at Oliver, "what exactly did you see? At creepy house."
Oliver pauses what he's doing and then looks at the room.
"Look man, I'm not saying I buy into this. Or what the hell just happened a moment ago but unless you have a better idea here…." Diggle says after Oliver doesn't respond.
Oliver waits a moment and then sighs, "Alec was on the balcony. He smoked a cigarette, put it out. Next thing I heard was the arrows. When I looked, all I could make out was one figure…"
"In a tree?" Felicity asks.
Oliver fixes her with a look, "somewhere in the trees…"
"And by somewhere, he means he doesn't know," Dean says. "Why were you there?"
Oliver looks his way, "today, at our meeting, Alec said he wanted to sell the property."
"So…?"
"So Harris Walters wanted Alabaster to sell. Wick Waters wanted to turn the woods into a lumber mill…" Oliver raises a hand. "Everyone dying seems to pose some threat to the land."
Sam studies him, "if the trappers were doing the same to the local animal population or even the lake…."
"You guys have any bad guys who do that?" Diggle looks at Sam and Dean.
Dean looks at Sam, "seen any scarecrows?"
"Beings throughout time have been known to protect the land. Morgan Le Fay, Gwydion and Math… but a lot of that is like men trying to figure out where women get their sexual power from, and since you know, sex equals procreation and the land gives everyone life, must be a woman," Felicity stops when she realizes everyone is watching her. "What? I read."
Dean can never be really sure about these things but he may actually be in love. "I-" Dean begins.
"Do not," Oliver says.
Dean groans internally - typical. Behind every good woman is an angry boyfriend with a shotgun telling you to stay away from the good woman.
"What you're talking about is ephemeral," Sam says. "This is not a poisoned harvest or some sort of natural plague. This is a single entity killing."
Felicity nods, "not to mention the fact that if it was just all about the land, they'd kill anyone who cut down a tree or put a house up. Town's here…"
Sam leans back, "so there's something else…"
"Right, so we draw the thing to us. Bell says you're here to buy the company. Our bad guy can't like that much. We go around town, make sure anyone and everyone knows, see what shakes out-" Dean says.
"In the meantime I'll go to the town's library and see what I can pull on the history-"
"Ooh, I'll come!" Felicity says.
"That'd be great," Sam smiles.
"No," Oliver says.
"You have a better plan?" Felicity says.
"I don't trust them." Pain in the ass.
"I agree with Felicity," Diggle says. "We got three dead guys, no leads, some really weird things going on. At least this is a way forward."
"Fine, but I stick with Dean. You two stay with Sam. And we meet back here before nightfall…"
"Nightfall?" Sam says.
"Everyone was killed at night," Oliver explains. "People know Felicity and Diggle are with me."
Sam lights up, actually lights up. "Oh yeah, good point. The nightfall thing is really helpful… have you had a chance to look at the arrows? Maybe you…"
"Shaft is balsam and pine. Arrowhead is shale. The fletching, misidentified as crow on the reports, is actually black turkey. The arrows were shafted and hafted, meaning whoever made them not only knew what they were doing but made sure to stick with the old ways…"
"Everything you just said is local," Sam says.
Oliver gives him a nod. Dean moves his eyes back to Oliver, now trying to get a look at him. However much of an asshole he appears on the outside, the guy knows what he's doing. "And matches our theory. What else do you know?"
"That if I'm next, I don't want to be anywhere near the water… and that your friend Arabella knows much more about what's going on here than you two do." Oliver looks at Dean, "and that this theory, and everything we're going to do next, is based on no actual evidence."
Dean smiles, he's starting to like Oliver. "Every time you don't believe, a fairy cries, Oliver. Remember that."