The Haunting of Lockwood Estates | Nancy Drew x Supernatural Crossover 01

Chapter 5 - Sam

Lockwood Estates

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Sunday 9 March 2008

Dean grabs my elbow and yanks me aside as soon as we finish questioning the witnesses. Or, rather, after Nancy and I questioned them and Dean brooded over striking out with her. "So, what are we going to do about her?" Dean hisses. I glance up at Nancy. She has started to look around the crime scene.

"I don't know," I sigh. She seems pretty smart, and from the way she handled Dean, pretty determined, too. Persuading her to leave won't be easy. "I think I'll try and talk to her." I open my jacket to show Dean the pocket with my badge. He raises his chin in acknowledgement. I let out a small cough. "You should, uh, probably not come with me. Don't think you guys started out on the right foot." I can't help but smirk.

He glares. "Yeah. Laugh it up, Sammy." He pulls out the EMF meter from his inside pocket. "I'll be upstairs."

I turn back to Nancy and walk towards her. She is inspecting the mantle of the fireplace for some reason, completely ignoring the much more interesting blood splatters on the other side of the room. I clear my throat. "Ms. Drew."

She looks up at me. I am used to being much taller than people I meet, but sometimes it still takes me off-guard, such as now. Short people can have this... hellish fire in their eyes when they look up at me, and God help me, Nancy has it. "You can call me Nancy," she says with a short bite. She is holding her journal and a pen with white knuckles, as if she is upset that I dared interrupt. I glance at the fireplace. Is she taking notes of something? I can't see anything worth noticing, besides the solid inch of dust.

I swallow. Get a move on, Sam. "Look. Nancy..." I pull out my badge. "You're going to have to leave this case to the feds."

A small smile appears on her face as she looks at my badge. That isn't good. I quickly put it away.

I swallow. "What we're investigating—"

"What are you investigating?" She stares up at me pointedly.

"Um, I can't say exactly." She looks unconvinced. "It's classified," I try. "And dangerous. You can't be working on it with us." I have her full attention now. But there is...something in her eyes. The fire has been replaced with determination. It's as if telling her to get off the case has only made her more interested. "Sorry," I add. I'm not completely sure why.

"I saw you use those badges to get into the crime scene earlier," she begins. "Impersonating an officer of the law is no small offense. Especially when you do it to get inside the crime scene of a murder."

My heart skips. Shit. "...What are you talking about?" I try, smiling at her.

She just raises her eyebrows, unimpressed. "Please spare me the theatrics. You have fake badges, yes?"

"Of course not. Why would you even say that."

She rolls her eyes.

I work my jaw, chewing on my lower lip. I feel my expression solidify into a fearful snarl. I lower my voice. "Fine. Yes, we have fake badges. How did you know?"

"My dad, the lawyer?" she prompts, as if I'd forgotten. "He's taught me a few things."

This is bad. This is really bad. My mind is going 100 miles an hour. "What's your angle here?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"What's yours?" She crosses her arms, looking self-satisfied.

"Solve the case. Same as you."

"Is that so?"