Lockwood Estates
Blackridge, New Hampshire
Sunday 9 March 2008
How dare he. How dare he?
But what can I do about it now? It's gone. Burned into ashes.
"...We just wanted to stop the murders," Sam says softly, shoulders slumping.
"And we have!" Dean says cheerfully, shouldering his shovel and brushing past Sam and me. He winks at me. "You're welcome."
A pit of rage almost causes me to smack him in the face, but I somehow restrain myself. Instead, I glare at the dying flames.
"I take it that you two are leaving town now?" I calmly ask Sam, hoping that the unsaid threat isn't lost.
"Don't worry," Sam says, waving his hands and nodding quickly. Good, he got the message. "We have no plans of hindering your investigation further. We'll get out of your hair."
He rushes after his brother.
I stay there a moment, before letting out a loud growl of frustration. I kick the dirt, spin around, and stalk back to my car.
Unfortunately, Sam and Dean are still here. They are packing up the trunk and having a conversation like this is an everyday activity. Maybe it is for them.
I get into my car and slam the door behind me so hard that the whole chassis rocks. I slowly buckle my seatbelt and then grip the wheel, before gently pressing my forehead against it, careful not to activate the horn. The muffled noise of two more doors slamming shut alerts me to the fact that the Winchesters have gotten into their car. Without looking, I put the key in the ignition and turn on the engine, before slowly straightening. I glare over at Dean, who is in the driver's seat of the Impala. He turns on his engine.
We lock eyes from our respective cars, each silently daring the other to hit the gas.
We do at the same time, gravel flying and wheels spinning as we whip around to get to the gates of the property. Dean somehow manages to pull just ahead of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes to keep from colliding with them. He gives a mocking wave as he leaves. Sam shrinks down as much as he can in the passenger seat, looking mortified.
I suck in air through my nose and grit my teeth as I watch the taillights of that stupid Impala go over the hill and behind the trees. After a few moments of controlled breathing, I slowly pull out of the gates and start down the road to town. They are already well out of sight. I shake my head, jaw clenched.
I'm glad to be rid of them.
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The Haunting of Lockwood Estates | Nancy Drew x Supernatural Crossover 01
Fanfiction**COMPLETE!!!** **COLLAB WITH @rad-pineapple!!!** March 2008 finds the town of Blackridge, New Hampshire in a roar of upset. A place called Lockwood Estates has begun once again claiming lives after nearly ten years of silence. No one has survived a...
