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

Chapter 11 - Dean

Lockwood Estates

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Sunday 9 March 2008

The night air is cold as we grab our shovels, salt, and accelerant from the Impala. I can see my breath as I heft the shovel over my shoulder. We are definitely in ghost territory--it's way colder here than back at the motel. I click on my flashlight. The full moon has no effect against the overcast sky. The only reason we are both back here so late is so Nancy won't find out what we are doing. She doesn't seem like the type to approve of desecrating graves. She also isn't convinced ghosts are real, so Sam and I both agreed it'd be best if we do this alone.

Plus, she's kind of annoying.

"One thing I like about rich, dead people," I begin, "private graveyards." Sam and I walk back towards the mansion across the gravel and veer left. "And good thing, too," I comment once we reach the grass. "Something is finally going our way in this case."

"We haven't found his grave yet, Dean," Sam reminds me.

"Yeah, but it's bound to be here. It said so in the newspaper article." We reach the black iron gate keeping us from getting behind the mansion. It's locked, of course. Sam sets down his shovel, takes out his lockpick from his coat pocket, and goes to work. His movements are fast but delicate. Years of practice has made him into quite the expert, so he gets it unlocked in no time.

The gate screeches loudly as I push it open. I shine my flashlight around. This cemetery is on the small side, and I can make out most of the graves from here. I step forward. The perfectly spaced gravestones are weathered and have moss growing around their edges and in the letters. It's dead silent. It feels like the world is holding its breath. The only movement I can see is a light fog rolling in.

Always a nice ambience to have while walking through a haunted graveyard.

Wordlessly, Sam and I separate and search for Sherman Lockwood's grave. I scan each gravestone quickly so we can get out of here. In spite of them being in the Hunter job description, I hate cemeteries.

"Found it!" Sam calls. I follow his voice and find him near the back of the cemetery. I read the gravestone.

Sherman Lockwood

Husband and Good Man

What a cliche. I roll my eyes. So what if it's a little insensitive? With the amount of stupid epitaphs that I've seen, I have the right to judge them. This guy's ghost is killing people, so there is also that. I wonder what my epitaph would be. I won't get a grave since Sam will burn my body, but if I could, I would want it right next to Mom's. I glare back at Sherman's headstone. Sammy would put something equally stupid on mine if he had the chance.

I push my feelings down. We don't have time for this.

"I'll take the first shift," I volunteer and sink my shovel into the cold grass. Sam stands over the grave as I dig, illuminating the way with his flashlight. The methodical action warms me up, and I take off my coat once I am about knee-deep into the ground. I dig until it is about three feet down, and then I nod to Sam, switching places with him and watching him work. Sam is nearly finished digging when I hear something. A low rumble. I turn my head to the source of the sound. A car. It slowly parks in front of the mansion. I'd recognize that beauty anywhere. That's Nancy's car.

Shit.

Her car door slams, and a moment later, she starts walking towards us.

"We got a problem," I say to Sam.

He stops digging. "What?"

"Nancy's here."

Sam attempts to peer over the hole we dug.