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

Chapter 29 - Sam

Blackridge Senior Living

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Tuesday 11 March 2008

"Well," I suggest, "It stands to reason that the sword is on the property somewhere. Otherwise, Caroline wouldn't be haunting the place."

"We've searched the place like three times in the last day alone," Dean reminds me irritably. He hates the Estates, and every time we have to go back, I can tell he wants to throw a fit about it.

"But now we know what we're looking for," I remind him.

"You said that the last time we went there."

"Guys." Nancy crosses her arms. "There were a bunch of collectibles in the main room, right? Seems like the sword could have been there somewhere."

"Did you see this?" Dean says, pointing to the sword picture in my hand.

"I can't remember," she says, her tone bordering on snarky, "I was focusing more on finding hair and toenails last time we were there."

I snort.

Nancy turns her attention to me. "I'm also wondering if there's a secret passage or room somewhere on the property, allowing the human killer to be roaming around without being detected. And if the sword isn't in the main room, it's probably hidden there too."

"What makes you so sure?" I ask. Nancy today is slowly turning more and more bossy to us. It didn't bother me as much when she was doing her own thing, but now that we are working together it's annoying. Like a tinier, female Dean.

"It's a classic. The amount of times I have seen that exact thing happen is impressive, actually."

"Ah," is my only response.

"And since it's getting later in the day, and we have no idea if Edward is actually on the property or not, we should probably get my car as well and park it down the road from Lockwood, and if the killer goes all 'tire-slasher' again, we can get away."

That is actually kind of smart.

"Alright," I say, taking a seat behind the wheel, "We'll stop by the motel first and drop you off, and then troop on over to Lockwood."

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As we follow Nancy's car, a mixture between rain and snow starts pelting the windshield, and thunder rumbles in the sky. The aesthetic is unnerving, between half-melted piles of snow on the road, early darkness, and the prospect of a murderous ghost.

"You know," Dean starts, slurring his words slightly as he fumbles to uncap his flask. I didn't even think he could get tipsy anymore. "Nancy kinda reminds me of a little you. Smart, stubborn, a lot annoying sometimes."

"I am not like Nancy," I gripe, swiping the flask from his hands before he can drink anymore. I need Sober Dean, not Drunk-As-A-Skunk Dean.

"Hey, man," he protests, too out of it to try and grab it back.

I stuff it in my interior coat pocket. "You're cut off," I tell him sternly. "No more booze until the job is done."

He gives a dramatic shrug and sigh. "Fine." He takes a long moment to reposition himself. I roll my eyes. "You know," he continues, "I can kind of see why you wanted to become a lawyer. Do stuff like Nancy does?"

"I wouldn't be doing what Nancy does," I remind him, "I would be working in court cases, like her dad."

"Yeah... but still. It's kind of similar. Something 'un-supernatural.' 'Super-unnatural?' No. The first one. Or just 'natural'...?" He trails off. "Eh, anyways. You get it. I shouldn't have dragged you back into this, Sammy. That's my one regret."