Ask Jeeves: Part Two

                                    

                                          
You're taken back into the living room where everyone else is. They're all arguing about what happened, where everyone was, and who might have done it. This was supposed to be a "grab the money and go" kind of day. It seems like wherever you go no matter what you do, it turns into a case. You're sick and tired of going on cases and helping others. You reach up and touch the metal object stuck in your neck. You'd love nothing more than to yank this thing out but Dean won't let you leave.
"Beverly let go of me. It's so obvious she's guilty," Heddy states.
"You're off your rocker, old lady," Dash rolls his eyes.
"Old lady? I--" She notices Sam and Dean at the entrance of the room and stands up straighter. "I'm thirty-nine."
"Yeah, you have been since '03."
"How dare you!" Heddy gasps.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but who's guilty?" Sam asks.
"The town's slut, Amber. She killed Stan."
"What was her motive?" Dashs asks.
"Everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So, she killed him."
"Sounds logical," Dean shrugs.
"Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she's been peddling. A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly. She's claiming that Bunny's late husband, Lance did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? So stupid."
"You're nutty as a squirrel on those synthetic hormones," Dash bites back.
"Nutty? How appalling of you. Don't they teach you manners at Harvard?"
"Looks like we might have a case here," Sam says when he pulls you and Dean off to the side.
"Yay," you roll your eyes.
"Do you think we can get to the car and get the EMF?"
"Not with Detective Friendly. I guess we're gonna have to go old school."
"Fine. You stay here and keep an eye on everyone. Y/N and I will sniff around upstairs."
"No, I'm staying here."
"Come on," Dean grabs your arm.
"I want to see Sam get flirted with by them." Dean drags you with him anyway and you yank your arm from him. "You're no fun."
"We're not here to have fun, and you're not leaving my sight."
"You can't keep me on a leash. I'm not a dog."
"Yeah? Then why are you acting like a bitch?"
Your glare would burn holes in his head if it could.
"Be careful Dean, you might not wake up one day if you keep this up."
"You won't kill me. You'll have Sam on your ass and trust me, you don't want that."
He has a point. This whole thing fucking sucks. You two sneak upstairs to investigate while Sam holds the fort downstairs. There are artifacts like a mannequin of armor and delicate paintings in the hallway. Nothing that would suggest there is a ghost roaming about in this mansion. At the end of the hallway, there is a bookcase with a ton of books on it.
On one of the books is a symbol that matches the necklace he got from the butler earlier. He pulls out the book to inspect it but can't because it's attached to the shelf. Instead, the bookcase comes forward and opens, revealing a hidden door behind it. Dean takes out the necklace and separates the key from the rest.