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

Chapter 20 - Nancy

Sidewalk in front of 1346 Earl Drive

Whitefield, New Hampshire

Monday 10 March 2008

"Well, this has been a bust," I tell Sam and Dean, grasping one of the straps of my knapsack. "The way I see it, the only way we are going to figure out who is doing the killings is to lure them out."

"What, exactly, do you mean by that?" Dean asks.

I cock my head. "I need to stake out the manor tonight. See if whoever it is shows up."

"You shouldn't do that, Nancy," Sam says quickly, "Anyone who tries to spend the night at the manor gets killed."

"I think I can handle myself," I tell them, walking to my car.

Sam runs to block me. "We're serious, Nancy. It's too dangerous."

I raise my eyebrows. "Well, do you have any better ideas? More people are going to wander into that house, and die. If we don't do something about it, how many more people will get killed?"

"There's got to be another way to go about this," Sam says desperately.

"If you don't want to come, fine," I say, crossing my arms, "But I'm going."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Do you even have a gun, Nancy? Any sort of actual weapons to defend yourself? What makes you think that you can survive a night out there where full-grown, armed men have not?"

"I have my ways," I say coldly, though knowing that he has a point.

Sam sighs. "What he's trying to say is that you are vastly unprepared for whomever or whatever you may find there."

I grit my teeth, knowing they're right. All I have is a half-baked idea and some determination. I'm being foolhardy.

But I need to figure out what's going on.

"Then what, exactly, do you suggest?" I hiss.

The brothers look at each other. Dean sighs heavily.

"We'll come," Sam assures me, drooping his shoulders. "We can all drive over now?"

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"Wait a minute. Before we go inside--" Sam strides over to the front double-doors and throws them open.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion.

He yanks at one of the doors, looking like he's trying to pull it from its hinges. "I'm not planning on getting stuck in here, are you?"

Dean gives a look of approval and goes to help him. I just silently shake my head.

With a loud crunch, the brothers manage to yank it down, leaving a rectangle hole where the door used to be.

"There," Sam says, dusting his hands off, "Now we have an exit plan should things go south."

"What exactly did you think was going to happen?" I ask, stepping into the house.

"Spirits like locking people inside places," Dean explains with a wink. "The last job we had was similar to this one. 'Stay overnight, you die,' that sorta thing. The spirit locked us all in and someone got killed because of it. We aren't taking that chance again." He rolls up his plaid sleeves. "Now, what exactly were you hoping to accomplish by hanging out here?"

"Lure out the killer, stop them, maybe have tea with the ghost afterwards?"

Dean glares at me. "You're a smartass, you know that?"