Just as they reached the front door, Sam grabbed Dean's arm. "What?" Dean asked.

"Do we even know if Maria's dead?"

Dean paused. "She's got to be, it's the only thing that makes sense."

"Don't you think we should check first?"

"Fine, geek-boy." They headed back to the computers and Sam began searching.

"Okay, this was two weeks after Michael's death. Maria was arrested, but before the trial she hanged herself in her cell."

"That good enough for you?"

"Okay, so it is her. Let's see if we can find out where she's buried."

Sam searched until he found Maria's obit. "We might have a problem, Dean. It says after she killed herself, Maria's body was released to her family. It doesn't say where they buried her. Where do we go from here?"

They once again headed for the door. Dean said, "County clerk's office."

They left the building and got into the Impala. "Yeah? And how exactly do you plan to get in there, Dean?"

"Same way we always do."

"Dean, without Dad, no one's going to believe that you're a federal agent, or a local cop, or anything else. Besides, we don't know how long Dad plans to stick around this town, so you really shouldn't use a fake ID."

Dean started the car and drove away. "Then we'll take a little field trip tonight."

"You want to break in? No way, we're not doing that!"

"If you have a better idea, I'm listening."

"Dean, what if we get caught?"

"Then we'll just be a couple of stupid kids."

"And what happens when they try to call Dad and he's not there?"

"So he left on a business trip."

"But we don't know how long he's going to be. He's practically always gone longer than he says he will be. What if they can't get a hold of him after a week?" Sam got really quiet and whispered, "Remember what happened in Newark?"

Oh, yeah, Dean remembered that. Stupid CPS had given him the worst three weeks of his life. Dean looked over and said, "We won't get caught, Sammy. Alright? We'll be careful."

Sam grudgingly nodded. "What about security?"

"Every time I've gone with Dad to a clerk's office, the security's always tight at the front door. Beyond that it's usually just a few guards. It shouldn't be a big deal."

"So what do we do until then?"

They pulled into the driveway and walked into the house. Dean dropped down on the couch and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to take a little nap. Wake me at midnight, then we'll go."

Dean fell asleep almost instantly. Sam grabbed a gun and a couple of extra clips, then left the apartment. He amazingly managed to avoid Ms. Torinski, then headed for the forest.

Midnight

Someone was really annoying Dean. They kept poking him in the arm. "Dean. Dean!"

"What?" Dean grumbled out as he turned over.

"You said midnight."

"Can't be midnight already."

"It is. Come on."

Dean rolled off the couch and grabbed the keys. Making sure he had his lock picks, he and Sam left the apartment. The drive over was quiet. Dean could tell Sam was high-strung. Dean was a little nervous too. This was the first time he would be breaking into a government building without having John with him. If they got caught tonight, Sam would never forgive him. Not that he would really be able to forgive himself. He didn't want a repeat of Newark either.

Dean parked a couple of blocks away from the building. He smiled cockily at Sam and was glad when that seemed to loosen him up a bit. "Come on, Sam. Let's go."

They got out of the car and walked towards the building. Whenever they heard a car approaching they quickly ducked to the side behind a tree or bush. Finally they were there and Dean approached one of the basement windows. "You sure about this, Dean?"

"Aw, scared, Sammy?"

"No."

"Right," Dean smirked. He used his knife to unlock the latch of the window. He slid it open silently and smiled at Sam before ducking inside. Sam rolled his eyes and followed. Dean had already moved to the door that led out into the hallway, but Sam lingered behind. Dean looked over his shoulder and said, "Come on!"

Sam didn't move; he just darted his eyes around nervously. Dean was beginning to regret bringing him, but Sam needed experience. That was the whole reason he couldn't shoot. Dean didn't want to have to take Sam out a couple of years later and realize he didn't know anything about breaking into a building.

"Sam, come on. We're just going to go look at the record and leave. No one will ever know we were here."

Sam slowly inched forward and Dean opened the door. He peered out into the hallway and saw that no one was coming. They left the room and began inching their way down the hall. They came to the elevators, which had a directory by them. "Okay," Dean said. "Death records are on the second floor."

They found a back staircase by the elevators and started walking up. The reached the second level and the door creaked as Dean opened it. There were rows of desks and then a hallway. They went down the hall and came to a room marked "Death Records." Dean smiled and picked the lock, then they went inside.

They both started searching the records. After twenty minutes, Sam said, "I found it."

Dean peeked over his shoulder, using the moonlight to read it. "Maria Beckley was buried in Westville Episcopal Church Cemetery. Nice work, Sammy."

They put everything back the way they had found it, then left the room. They were about halfway to the elevators when they heard a noise. Dean ducked between two desks and Sam ducked underneath one. A security guard entered. Dean couldn't help but think that the man was taking his sweet time working his way through this level. He finally took out his radio and said, "Second level secure."

Dean let out the breath he had been holding. The guard was almost out of the room when Sam moved just a little bit and hit the desk he was hiding under. A pen rolled off and hit the floor loudly. The guard whipped around and scanned the room with his flashlight. He didn't see the boys, but he started looking down each individual aisle. He stopped when he came to the one where the boys were. He saw the pen and moved the chair in front of the desk. He bent down to pick it up, but the pen was right in front of Sam.

As the guard leaned over, Dean hit him from around the corner with a left hook. The guard dropped to the ground, unconscious. "Nice going, Sam."

They both stood up and Sam looked at the guard. "I thought you said no one would ever know we were here."

"Well, they won't know it was us. Besides, it's not my fault you couldn't sit still for five minutes.

They ran down the stairs as quietly as they could and back into the basement room. Dean gave Sam a boost so he could get out, then he climbed up. They practically ran to the car, got in, and drove away. Dean laughed and said, "Dude, I could practically hear you panting when that pen dropped."

"Very funny, Dean."

"Oh, it was. I bet you've never been so glad to be short."

"I am not short!"

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are."

"Not."

There was silence for a moment, then Dean said, "Are."

Sam smacked him in the arm, then noticed something about the direction they were headed in. "Dean, where are we going? The apartment's the other way."

"Where do you think? Westville Episcopal Church."

"You want to do the salt and burn now?"

"Why not? It's only 1:30."

"How do you even know where it is?"

Dean looked at Sam like he was an idiot and said, "Oh, I don't know, Sam. Since it's called 'Westville Episcopal Church' I thought it might be on Westville Ave."

Sam said nothing as they pulled up alongside the church's graveyard. Dean opened the trunk and took out two shovels, some salt, and accelerant. They started looking for the grave. After a few minutes Sam found it. Dean tossed a shovel at him and they both started digging. When they hit the casket, Dean broke the top in with his shovel, then he climbed out of the grave.

Sam stood there looking up at him. "Dean."

"Well, Sam, if you're not short you should be able to get out of there."

Sam crossed his arms across his chest. "Come on!"

"Alright, you little baby."

Dean pulled Sam out, then they saturated the bones with salt and gas. Dean lit a match and threw it on the corpse. The thing lit up and Dean said, "Hey, Sam. That's the first time you did a hunt without Dad."

Sam smiled. "Dean, we make one hell of a team."

"Yeah. You do the research, I charm the ladies, pick the locks, knock out security guards, save your ass…"

"One day I'm going to save your ass."

Dean laughed, "Right, Sammy. You keep telling yourself that."

At the Beckley House

Donna slowly walked behind her boyfriend as they approached the house. "Shawn, I really don't think this is such a good idea."

"Scared?"

"It's just a little creepy, I mean, Ethan died here only couple of days ago."

He shrugged. "Then don't come. I'll just leave you out here, all by yourself."

"Fine."

He looked a little hurt, but said, "Fine," and walked inside.

Donna stood on the front lawn by herself, wondering if she should go in or just go home. Despite the July heat she felt a shiver work its way up her spine. She started walking away when she heard a scream come from inside the house.

"Shawn!" she yelled as she ran up the front steps and ducked through a broken window.

She didn't see or hear anything, so she called his name again. There was no response, so she walked further into the house. She walked into the kitchen, then screamed. Shawn was lying there, soaked in blood from his slit throat.

The Next Morning

Sam woke up and saw that Dean was still sprawled out in bed, wearing the same outfit from the previous night. He got up to use the bathroom, then heard a knock at the door. He had to stand on his toes to see through the peephole. He saw who was there, then ran back to the bedroom. He jumped on Dean's bed and began shaking him.

"Dean! Dean, get up now!"

Dean swatted at him and said, "I don't want to go to school."

"Dean, there are cops at the door."

Dean bolted up and said, "What?"

"Two cops."

Dean stood up and headed for the door. He put on his cocky smile and opened the door. "Morning officers," he said.

They were both men, which automatically put Dean at a disadvantage. The officers looked at Dean, then Sam who was cowering behind him. "Is that your car?" one of them said, gesturing to the Impala.

"Hell, yes."

"We need to ask you a few questions about a break in at the county clerk's office last night."