"So which road are we supposed to take?" Dean said looking away from the two completely identical driveways and at his brother who was also staring at the roads. Sam didn't respond, he just stared at the driveways. Dean sighed and pulled into the closet lane, he drove slowly so the dirt and rocks wouldn't fly up at his Baby.
The car finally reached the end of dirt path, there sat a quaint white house. Dean pulled up to the house and turned off the car. Same climbed out and examined his surroundings. The house and driveway were outlined with a wire fence and on the other side of the fence sat a small blue house.
"Hey you coming Sammy?" Dean said from the steps to the front door.
"Uh yeah sure sorry." Sam said shutting the car door, his long strides covered the short distance in the blink of an eye. "Did you see the tree?" Sam asked once he had reached his brothers side. Before Dean had the chance to ask a question Sam moved out of his line of site so he could see the short tree with branches twisting in the air. Decaying leaves and fruit lay on the ground surrounding the tree.
"Huh." Was all Dean said before he looked away and walked up to the door, without waiting for Sam to catch up he rapped on the wooded frame. A woman in her mid-fifties answered the door.
She smiled causing her skin to wrinkle around her cheeks. She was wearing a bright floral patterned dress that almost reached her ankles
"Hello." She said in a friendly tone, "What can I help you boy's with?" she continued as she pushed the screen door open and ushered them in. They shot each other questioning glances but reluctantly walked in.
The inside of the house was dime and littered with mystic items. She showed them to a plush green sofa and started pouring tea into mugs siting on a coffee table.
"Oh excuse my rudeness, my name is Clara." She said in her strong southern drawl as the two boys took a seat.
"Miss Clara, my name is Sam and this is my brother Dean." Sam said, he turned in his seat to look at Dean who was too busy chugging tea to say anything. "We were friends of Jezebel Walters in high school, and we were in the area and wanted to stop in, is she here?"
The elderly lady laughed a little before she answered. "No she isn't here, she lived next door but she isn't there either." Clara answered pleasantly.
Dean had finally stopped drinking and set down his empty mug on the coffee table in front of him. "Can you tell us where she is?" He asked picking up a sugar cookie off the china plate and eating it in two bites.
"Sure, if you tell me why you really want to see her." She said as she poured more tea into Dean's mug, her voice remanded pleasant. Dean automatically picked up the glass and started drinking again.
Sam chuckled nervously as Dean started stuffing more cookies in his mouth. "Dude will you stop?" He said turning to look at Dean.
"What?" Dean asked looking back at his brother, "They're delicious."
"Well thank you. It's quite alright, help yourself." Clara said as Dean continued eating cookies. "Don't worry dear," She said patting Sam's leg. "I'm not mad, I'm Jezebel's Aunt, and I know why you're here. I'll tell you everything."