Love Never Fails

05. Thin Lizzie

Sam and Alana, holding Maren, were sitting at the table in the bunker as Dean walked in.

"Yo," Dean greeted. "Don't suppose you two've got a 20 on the Darkness."

"Uh. Well, I thought I had something earlier," Sam replied. "Half a town flipped their gourds and started attacking people. But it turns out they'd eaten rabid possum meat."

"Okay, they do realize that possum is a giant rat, right?"

"It's a marsupial."

"Huh?"

"Not the point. Check this out." Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see a web page. "Um, a couple was ax murdered in Fall River, Massachusetts at... wait for it... the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast museum."

"A B&B and a museum. Yeah. That doesn't sound like a tourist trap at all."

Alana adjusted Maren and shrugged. "I mean, the thing is the inn was Lizzie Borden's actual house. See, in 1892, she hacked up her mom and stepdad there. Well, allegedly. She was acquitted and spent the rest of her days in Fall River hounded and persecuted by the townspeople."

"So you two are thinking revenge killing." Sam and Alana shrugged and Dean continued. "Why now? It was probably some psycho fan who's seen too many slasher fics."

"Could be, but the inn was locked up," Sam replied. "No signs of entry or exit. Half a dozen guests. None of whom saw or heard any intruders."

"Well, maybe the murderer was actually competent. Wait a minute. I know what this is. This has something to do with both your freaky fetishes for serial killers."

Alana frowned. "I don't have a fetish. I'm just interested."

Sam nodded. "It's not a fetish."

Dean looked between them. "You two always wanted to see that house!"

"Dean, two people are dead. In Lizzie Borden's home. We got no leads on Amara. I say we check this out." Sam closed his laptop and rose.

Alana stood. "Besides, the entire Borden clan are buried in Fall River. Including Lizzie."

"What do you two want to do about Cas, Sylvie and the kids?" Dean asked.

"Oh, he's knee deep binge watching The Wire. Just started season two," Sam said.

"Oh, he's not coming out any time soon. All right."

"I was going to leave Maren with them," Alana replied. "I was figuring we take the boys?"

"Yeah, we can take 'em. Aiden, Gideon!"

The boys ran up and Dean said, "Put your shoes on."

Gideon frowned. "Why? Is there a job?"

"Yup. You two want to come?"

The boys shared a look and nodded. "Yeah!"

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They drove to the Lizzie Borden B&B and walked into the museum.

"So, I guess Lizzie Borden has her own doll," Sam noted.

"Yeah, went a little overboard on the crazy eyes," Dean stated.

Mason, the innkeeper, was on the phone. "No, it's absolutely not a crime scene anymore. The room's been cleaned and you're not even on the same floor. There's no reason to cancel!" The person on the other end hung up and Mason sighed.

Alana, holding her sons' hands, raised an eyebrow. "People still freaked out about the murders, huh?"

"Some find it exciting. Can I help you boys and lady?"