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Sam's POV
I was looking up anything on the internet while Dean cruised his car down towards Fitchburg Wisconsin. "Anything?" He asked me for the third time since we had left the hotel in Kansas. I was shaking my head as I continued to search and research everything that I had pulled up on my laptop.
"For the third time, Dean. No." I grumbled rolling my eyes.
"Well, you probably missed something." Dean said stepping on the gas pedal to move around a slow driver.
"Well, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports and newspapers, no red flags." I glanced at Christina who was searching through dad's journal carefully to see if she could catch something. "Are you sure you got the coordinates right?"
"You're doubting me?" She asked her eyes narrowing her glasses sliding to the tip of her nose. "I've never gotten a coordinate wrong. Dad asked us to go to Fitchburg, Wisconsin."
I was wanting to pull my hair out. From between my brother asking the same question and my sister being pissed off about something, I was done. "I'm telling both of you, if Dad is sending us on a hunt there's nothing here."
"Maybe he's going to meet us there." Dean said shooting me a glance. I saw Christina's eyes light up with excitement.
"Yeah, since he's been so easy to find, and because of that he'll meet us there." I know that I could've been a bit more helpful but I was angry. Just angry at how he was playing with us like a Slinky.
"Enough of the attitude, princess." Dean snarled as we continued to drive. I let out a sigh and locked my fingers together before placing them behind my neck. This was going to be a bad day I just had that feeling. Everyone of us was on edge.
~S.W.~
Fitchburg, Wisconsin was abnormally quiet, when we pulled up. Dean decided to walk into a diner just around the corner leaving me and Christina to observe the streets. My eyes fell on a park that was just across the street.
"What do you think is going on?" I asked when I noticed the park was empty save for one girl who played on the metal frames by herself.
"I don-" her cellphone started to jingle and she pulled it out of her pocket. "I got to take this one minute." She place the cellphone to her ear and thankfully walked away. I didn't want to deal with the drama that might unfold, with her being a younger sister and all that.
"So," Dean said walking up to me and handed me a coffee from the cardboard drink tray. "Nothing out of the ordinary here, except that Linda at the diner over there, totally hottie FYI, thought the free masons might be into something but other then that nothing."
I wasn't listening. I was to intent on the playground. "Dean, you have the time?" I asked not taking my eyes off the playground.
"Ten past four, why?"
"What's wrong with this picture?" I asked nodding my head towards the playground. "School's out this place should be crawling with kids. Why isn't it?"
"I'll go find out." Dean said walking over trying to look as causal as possible while I turned around to see Christina still on the phone for another couple of minutes before she said 'goodbye' and walked back towards me pocketing her cellphone in her jacket.
"What did I miss?" She asked seeing Dean over at the playground.
"He's going to see if she knows where all the kids have gone." I said handing her a cup of coffee which she gracefully accepted. "Did I just sound like a child abductor?"
"Just a little bit." She answered with a smile and took a few tender sips.
"Who called you?" I asked as we watched Dean strike up a conversation with a woman, possibly the girl's mother.
"Just a friend of mine. He was just telling me my ex is living here with his new wife and..." She cleared her throat before watching as Dean walked back his hands deep in his jacket's pockets. "So what's the word?"
"Kids getting sick." He answered keeping his eyes trained on the two people across the street. "And it's sending them to the hospital. So far six kids are in there."
"Six?" I answered making sure I was hearing right. Dean nodded silently
"Maybe this is a case after all." Dean said and we all climbed back into the car heading to the hospital, stopping for a quick change of clothes.
End of Sam's POV
~S.W.~
Dean's POV
The hospital's parking lot was unsurprisingly full, my guess it was parents that had their kids in the hospital We walked in our nicest suits and walked in holding our fake CDC badges. Sam however lost his so I handed him one that I had made for a way to pick up woman at bars.
"I'm not using this," he hissed at me as we all made our way inside.
"Why not?" I asked sounding a bit offended. "Nothing's wrong with this."
"It says Bikini Inspector." Sam said his eyes lowered in frustration as we had stepped to the side just inside the hospital's doors.
"It's all about confidence, Sammy." I said patting Sam's shoulder and dragging our sister to the other side leaving Sam to stand awkwardly at the front desk as the nurse looked up at him. Her long brown hair was pulled in I believe to be regulation nurse style and she smiled.
"Jerry Caplin, CDC." Sam said trying his hardest to sound confident. Christina and I watched as the nurse didn't seem to buy it and had asked to see his ID. We held in our laughter as we saw Sam's face pale slightly as he flashed his ID before tucking it back into his suit jacket then headed towards us. He gave us his 'bitch' face before leading us up the stairs to the pediatrics.
~S.W.~
That clean soapy smell was making me uncomfortable as the three of us walked towards the pediatrics ward. Walking down the hall I felt Sam smack my shoulder and pointed at an older woman who sat in a wheelchair staring at the wall in her room. I turned my head feeling not interested until he smacked me again and quietly pointed at the inverted cross that hung on the wall. I felt my stomach tighten as the woman slowly turned her head to face us but we quickly walked passed her room.
I didn't expect to see so many kids in the ward when we arrived a few minutes later. Christina walked off for a few seconds only to come back with a doctor. "It's kind of nice to see young kids, such as yourself being in a good line of work." Christina bit her lip and nodded towards the two of us.
"This Dr. Hydecker." She smiled up at us as we each took turns to extend our hands. "Hydecker this is agents Caplin and Humphrey."
"It's so good that you all came." Dr. Hydecker lead us back towards a room where seven kids and five adults, my guess were the parents, sat holding their children's hand. "I was about to call CDC myself."
"Well, we got a call from some GP in Atlanta," I said as we walked down the corridors towards a small waiting room still in eye sight of the sick kids.
"Well, I guess great minds think alike." Dr. Hydecker said watching the kids with a glint in his eyes. I couldn't tell if it was sorrow or joy, but what ever it was, something about this guy made my insides twist.
"Would you care to tell us who was first?" Christina asked walking towards the kids with Dr. Hydecker walking beside her.
"That little boy there, Alex. I think his name is." Hydecker walked over towards the kids with us following us close.
"Is it an environmental problem?" Sam asked as we rounded the corner slightly out of ear shot of the parents that began to look up at us.
"I'm not quite sure," Dr. Hydecker said rubbing the back of his head. "All I know it started about a week ago. Seven kids in seven days. It's been pretty rough here." He glanced over his shoulder and excused himself I pulled my two younger siblings away from the watchful eye of one particular parent who's six foot frame and athlete body made me shiver nervously.
"So who do we talk to, to find out what the hell is going on?" I asked watching the man closely before he turned his attention back to his son.
"Why don't you two talk to the gentleman that's leaving now," Christina said before twisting her hair of her ponytail nervously with one finger. "While I go and take care of some other matters." Before we could say anything she turned and left leaving us to talk to an older gentleman who looked exhausted.
End of Dean's POV