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I Believe the Children Are Our Future

"So, I was Lucifer."

"Technically, Lucifer was you." She replied.

"Right." He shook his head. "I just don't understand it, what possibly could have happened to make me say yes to him?"

"No one knew. It just…the whole thing was weird."

"I don't think weird quite covers it."

Sam motioned her first into the double doors of the mortuary and pulled his ID out as he walked in behind her. The idea of him saying yes to Lucifer was more than disturbing to him, but he tried to focus on the job.

"Agents Page and Plant, FBI." Sam used the names Dean had given him. Apparently he still ran the show, even from the motel room.

"The Bureau, what brings you by?" The man nodded to them respectfully.

"We need to see Amber Greere's body."

"Really? What for?"

They missed some piece of information. Kayla kept a serious face. "The police reports said her head was clawed open, straight through the skull."

"You didn't read the autopsy report that I e-mailed out this morning?"

"We had server issues." Sam answered calmly.

He nodded and went to the wall of cabinets to pull out Amber's drawer. The girl on the table was missing chunks out of the right side of her skull and face. It appeared she had been ripped in to.

"When they brought her in we thought that she was attacked by a wolf or something. But we were wrong." He held up a small evidence bag.

Kayla leaned in closer. "Is that a nail?"

"A press on. We found it in her temporal lobe."

"She did this to herself?"

"Uh huh. Scratched her brains out."

Sam looked at the wounds again. "Is that even possible?"

"It would take hours, and hurt like hell, but it's possible."

"How, or why would a person do that?"

"Pick your acronym. OCD, PCP, it all spells crazy. My guess is some kind of phantom itch. It's an extreme case, but it's all the same."

"A phantom itch?"

"All a person has to do is talk about an itch, or think about one, and they can't stop scratching." He went about his work and Sam and Kayla exchanged a look and both of them scratched absently at their necks. Stupid phantom itch.

They went to the house where the girl was found; she had been babysitting that night and was found by the boy's father when they got home. Everything as far as a ghost, or anything they knew of at all for that matter was ruled out after speaking with the parents. Sam spoke with their son, who admitted he had put itching powder in the babysitter's hairbrush. So far so weird, as usual.

Kayla got into the passenger seat and watched Sam walk around to the driver's side; she hadn't seen him acting strange at all since he got back. Not standoffish and secretive like he was before the whole apocalypse thing, and he didn't seem to be suffering from any kind of withdrawal. She knew Sam was trying not to think about why Dean would send them on a job alone but the truth of the matter was, Dean just wasn't ready to be up close and personal with his brother again. He'd only called him because of what they'd seen in the future.

He slid the key into the ignition. "You don't seemed freaked out by the whole thing. Doesn't it bother you that you're supposed to be dead in four years?"

"No," she answered, a little unsure of herself. "I mean, I know now. It was my own fault so I just won't make the mistake."

"Then the whole fate slash free will discussion comes into play."

"Are you gonna say yes to Lucifer?"

"Of course not."

"Then quit being a pessimist."

He smirked and heard his phone ring. "Dean's checking up." He looked at the number but didn't recognize it. "Hello?" The doctor from the mortuary. "Yeah, we'll be right there."

"What's up?"

"A patient at the hospital was just killed, said it was another weird one."

She glanced at the clock and realized that she was actually anxious to get back. It seemed like they'd been gone awhile.

"You gonna be okay?" Sam looked at her with mock concern. "You want to call him?"

Her jaw set in a stubborn frown and she leaned back some. "Just drive." It wasn't his fault, she was being ridiculous. They'd just settled so quickly into a new routine, it was going to be tough going back. Kayla pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind; no sense in Sam suddenly feeling like a third wheel.