Mandeville - Supernatural
Title: Mandeville
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam + Dean
Summary: Some towns hold more than shiny new homes and the bliss of the perfect scenery. They have secrets, secrets that they'd rather be kept quiet.
Dean stood in the middle of the road looking the street up and down. Leaves and pine straw littered the cracked pavement as heat shimmered above it. Both he and Sam were leaning against the Impala with their hands folded across their chests looking at a house that was far too old to match the rest of the neighborhood much less the town. From the ride in, the city of Mandeville looked brand new, well kept and only allowed members of a certain social class in. This neighborhood was the well hidden dirty secret. And this house was the worst kept one.
“There’s a family who’ve lived here the past fifteen years,” Sam tilted his head in observance. “Rumors from the neighbors say they’re a private type. Only come out early in the morning and arrive after dark.”
“Sounds like the neighbors have been watching a little too much True Blood.” Dean snorted in amusement. They both pressed back against the Impala as a white box car passed them and pulled into the circular driveway. The girl looked normal enough. A uniform and a lunch tote. Nothing extraordinary about her. To be honest Dean probably would have walked right by here without noticing her. They watched as she walked towards the door with keys in hand. They both froze when she turned and stared straight at them. She stood watching them for a moment before turning to enter the house without a backwards glance.
“Interesting chick,” Dean turned towards Sam. “So what’s the story behind this place?”
Sam licked his lips and took in the cypress boards, the puddles that had gathered from the early morning rain. “The family that built the house, the father was killed. Officially the sheriff’s office ruled it a suicide back in sixty-eight, but the story around here is someone killed him and they think it was his daughter.”
“How’d he die?”
“He was found hanging from the stairway chandelier,” Sam rolled his lips together. “But that wasn’t the cause of death. He was dead before he was hung. He died from unknown causes.”
“And someone moved in after they heard this?” Dean eyed the house distastefully.
“Death makes things cheap,” Sam shrugged.
“And we’re here?” Dean prompted.
“Because the next door neighbor was found hung from that tree,” Sam pointed to the Oak that stood proudly in front of a blue and white trailer, “And he didn’t die from strangulation.”
“Let me guess,” Dean looked from the tree back towards the house, “They can’t figure it out and that’s where we come in.”
“Exactly,” Sam cracked his knuckles before rounding the car and settling in.
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam + Dean
Summary: Some towns hold more than shiny new homes and the bliss of the perfect scenery. They have secrets, secrets that they'd rather be kept quiet.
Dean stood in the middle of the road looking the street up and down. Leaves and pine straw littered the cracked pavement as heat shimmered above it. Both he and Sam were leaning against the Impala with their hands folded across their chests looking at a house that was far too old to match the rest of the neighborhood much less the town. From the ride in, the city of Mandeville looked brand new, well kept and only allowed members of a certain social class in. This neighborhood was the well hidden dirty secret. And this house was the worst kept one.
“There’s a family who’ve lived here the past fifteen years,” Sam tilted his head in observance. “Rumors from the neighbors say they’re a private type. Only come out early in the morning and arrive after dark.”
“Sounds like the neighbors have been watching a little too much True Blood.” Dean snorted in amusement. They both pressed back against the Impala as a white box car passed them and pulled into the circular driveway. The girl looked normal enough. A uniform and a lunch tote. Nothing extraordinary about her. To be honest Dean probably would have walked right by here without noticing her. They watched as she walked towards the door with keys in hand. They both froze when she turned and stared straight at them. She stood watching them for a moment before turning to enter the house without a backwards glance.
“Interesting chick,” Dean turned towards Sam. “So what’s the story behind this place?”
Sam licked his lips and took in the cypress boards, the puddles that had gathered from the early morning rain. “The family that built the house, the father was killed. Officially the sheriff’s office ruled it a suicide back in sixty-eight, but the story around here is someone killed him and they think it was his daughter.”
“How’d he die?”
“He was found hanging from the stairway chandelier,” Sam rolled his lips together. “But that wasn’t the cause of death. He was dead before he was hung. He died from unknown causes.”
“And someone moved in after they heard this?” Dean eyed the house distastefully.
“Death makes things cheap,” Sam shrugged.
“And we’re here?” Dean prompted.
“Because the next door neighbor was found hung from that tree,” Sam pointed to the Oak that stood proudly in front of a blue and white trailer, “And he didn’t die from strangulation.”
“Let me guess,” Dean looked from the tree back towards the house, “They can’t figure it out and that’s where we come in.”
“Exactly,” Sam cracked his knuckles before rounding the car and settling in.