Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 3

Emma sat on the couch with her knees hugged to her chest. She looked over at the boys in wonder. There was more there, she could tell. “Why are you here? I want the truth.”

Dean looked at her and sighed. “We were hired by the Matthews family to find they’re missing son,” he answered simply, though he sounded reluctant to answer.

“Missing son,” she asked. She realized it was a bit suspicious that she didn’t know since it was in all the papers and on the news. “I haven’t been in town since I moved in. Why would you come here investigating the boy’s disappearance?”

“A couple of days ago police found the bodies of three students in the cemetery. They said that four students went there that night. The police are still looking for the body of Ben Matthews,” Sam told her. Emma thought back on the screams she heard the week before. “They were investigating the local stories about the cemetery.”

“I heard something about a week ago,” she said softly.

“Did you see anything?” Emma shook her head.

“Actually,” she said quickly. “For the past week there’s been a man standing outside. He just stood there so I didn’t think much of it. Actually I thought it was a ghost. So much has happened here I wouldn’t have been surprised. Then, last night, I looked out the window. He was standing there as usual. I blinked and he was gone. When I turned around he was there in front of me.”

“Really,” Sam said sitting forward and looking over at Dean. “Did he say anything?”

“He said my name,” she said softly thinking back on that night. “Then he said ‘Come with me’. Honestly I think he was hitting on me,” she said, sounding a bit disgusted. “His hands were like ice.”

“Then you two…,” Dean began.

“Are you insane? What do you take me for? He took my hand at one point and touched my face.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Did he look like this,” Sam asked. He took out a picture of Ben and handed it to Emma.

Emma stared at the picture of the smiling boy. “Yes,” She whispered. She looked back up at them and studied them for a moment. “Tell me, do you believe the stories of the vampires here?”

“We’re investigating any leads at this point,” Dean answered sounding very official. “The boy was a local history buff, or at least a legend seeker. Its said that murders like this haven’t happened here since your family moved away. It might be connected to you. Do you have any idea why?”

Emma thought about it for a moment. “There’s a small room in the basement. I just found it today. It has old books among other things. I haven’t really gotten a chance to look at any of it yet though.”

“All right,” Dean said with a look of excitement on his face. “Sammy, you go check out the cemetery, se what you can find. I’ll stay with Emma and look at these books and such.” Sam gave Dean a skeptical look but heeded his brother’s wishes anyway. As Sam turned and began to walk away, Dean called to him, “Watch your back Sam.” Sam simply smiled and left the house. There was an awkward silence as Dean turned to Emma. She had a small smirk on her face. “What,” he asked defensively.

She simply laughed and stood. She rolled her eyes as she passed him. “This way,” she told Dean, motioning for him to follow her. She led him down into the basement. Once Dean was down stairs Emma stopped and turned to him. “You’re not looking for a missing boy,” she said simply.

“What gives you that idea,” Dean asked coolly.

“Well, for one thing you don’t look the part, though I know appearances can be deceiving. For another, the students didn’t come here so you really have no reason to be here. This home isn’t under investigation. Finally, you’ve asked more questions about the stories than you have about the boy. You’re investigating the vampire legends. What I don’t know is why. Now, for the last time, who are you?”

Dean stared at her for a moment in a bit of shock. “I told you,” he said simply. “I’m Dean Winchester.” He told her no more than that.

Emma glared at him but after a moment realized he wouldn’t tell her anything else. She rolled her eyes and sighed before showing him a tiny room. Inside they found old books and scrolls along with some paintings. There were also weapons, swords and daggers with the same crest on the hilt. “So why did you come here,” Dean asked as they sat there sorting through artifacts.

“My stepfather died,” she answered him. “He left the house to me.” She looked over at him and realized that her answer wouldn’t satisfy. “The house had belonged to my great grandmother on my mom’s side. When my mom died she left it to my stepfather and when he died he left it to me.” She paused and sighed softly. “My mother used to tell me stories about the house. I guess I always believed them. So I decided I would see for myself. I was only planning on staying for a few months.”

“Brennan,” Dean said as he read through some of the older documents. “Brennan, was that the original name for your family,” he asked. Emma nodded. “Have you seen this? Do you know anything about your family when they were still Brennans?” Emma got up and moved to where Dean was sitting, taking a seat by him. She leaned over and read the parchment Dean was holding. She was leaning against his shoulder as she read but she didn’t notice. Dean on the other hand was rather quick to notice. He looked down at her with a mischievous half smile. It was moments like this that made Dean love his job. He was alone in a dark, small, room with a ‘hot’ girl. What’s not to love?

Emma sat straight up when the contents of what se read finally sunk in. As she bolted up the back of her head slammed into Dean’s chin. “Ow,” they said in unison. Emma glared at him before looking back down at the paper. It was almost like a journal entry dated January, 12, 1328. It read:

“The demon eluded us once more. My brother and I have been hunting it for almost a year. Though our hunt pales in comparison to our father’s. For as long as I can remember, our father has hunted this monster. My brother questions me often. He doubts that we will ever find this thing. I believe our father is dead now, or worse. He has been gone for months and I fear the demon finally caught up with him.

Daniel wishes to settle down. He is engaged now and wishes to have a family. I do not understand how he can just abandon her memory so easily. Then I remember that he was only four when the night creature stole our mother from us. I was eight; every night that memory haunts me. My father must have greatly angered the demon. I fear for Jessica’s life. She knows nothing of the history in the family she is about to join. I would write more but for now I must end.

~James Brennan”