Wouldn't You Like To Know
Chapter 1 – Got Cha, Sammy!
Sam Winchester walked up to the grimy diner table where his brother was sitting. Dean was completely submersed in what he was doing on their laptop.
"I got your call. Why didn't you just wake me up?"
"Honestly, Sammy, you were pretty wasted when you came in. You got back to the room fairly late last night. I'm so glad you've learned from my example."
"Don't assume things, Dean."
"Just let me, Sammy. I only have so long 'til I bite it." Dean replied, smiling.
"Fine, so you think you have a job?"
"Yeah, it sounds pretty promising. Here, read", Dean turned the computer around so Sam could read the story he had found.
" 'Hanging Out Has Brand New Meaning for Local High School Seniors' "
"Great title isn't it?" Dean noted sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, wonderful. '17-year-old Ariel Dawson was found yesterday afternoon after school officials contacted her parents about her absence from school that day. It appears that she hung herself, but her parents reported lack of a suicide note. Dawson was known for her above 4.0 GPA and sweet personality. She was Senior class President and captain of the cheer squad. Police believe that the cause for her suicide is the remarkable amount of responsibility placed on the girls' shoulders, coupled with the recent loss of her boyfriend.' Wait her boyfriend kicked the bucket, too?" Sam inquired.
"Yep, and, get this, he also hung himself. His name is David Brice. Well, little Davy was one of the Varsity Football captains, Senior class VP, and was recently accepted into Harvard University for outstanding SAT scores. And there just so happens to be a town history of "over-stressed" kids hanging themselves. I think it's legit, you?"
"Yeah, where we headed?"
"Paris"
"France?"
"Nope, Texas. Ha Ha Got cha there, Sammy!"
The Winchester brothers pack and suffered through, yet another, virtually silent trip to a new job. However, a conversation started about half an hour away from Paris.
"Who do you think this thing is going after? Class Officers?" Sam wondered aloud.
"Nah, when you take a look at the history of the whole thing, its basically just goes for the good kids …… all Seniors, though. The attacks seem to happen in seventeen year cycles, and all the kids are either seventeen or eighteen. The last one killed five of 'em, a Valedictorian, a basketball player, a baseball player, a cheerleader, and a supposedly very talented singer, voted most likely to be seen in Hollywood. Drop-outs and druggies are all that really comes out of this town, after it's done its job."
"Wow, Dean, you've done your homework. You didn't even do that in High School. But, hey, do all of the attacks have five victims?"
"Nope, one of 'em had around ten, but it's always at least five. It seems like each of the kids does a lot; some of them go through a huge tragedy, like Ariel had just lost her boyfriend to this thing. I have no idea what's going on, but there are at least three kids that we have to save." Dean sounded irritated.
The brothers drove past a "Welcome to Paris, Texas" sign. They decided to drop by the High School first. As they walked into the office they heard a girl crying in a counselors office. The door was open so they listened quietly.
"Why did they have to die? All three of them" the crying girl wailed.
Sam and Dean looked at one another at the girls last comment, and listened closer.
The crying girl continued, "They are some of my closest friends. Ariel was my best friend, we've been best friends ever since we were toddlers. And Zach, my god, the two of them love each other, I mean I know what teachers and parents think about "teen love" and most the time you're right, but they were different. They honestly love each other. And Marissa, god, Marissa….." the girl broke down and the Counselor offered her a tissue.
"Anna Belle, I know you miss your friends and you would love to have them back, we all would. But we can't, and you must stop speaking of your friends in the present tense. They are no longer with us Anna Belle."
"Please quit calling me Anna Belle. Call me Belle, or even Anna if you choose, but just not Anna Belle. Ariel and my parents are….were the only people who called me Anna Belle."
"Ah, yes, let's talk about your parents. How are you handling that loss?"
"May I go home? I don't feel like I could finish the school day."
"Yes, I suppose. In the future, we will move these meetings after school, so when we're done you can go home. Let me write you a pass"
"Wait, Mrs. Ellis, you said we would move our meetings in the future. What meetings are you talking about?"
"Have your grandparents not told you. They have requested that you come to a counseling session at least twice a week, for you have quite a stress load. And with the recent loss of you friends….. Well, anyway here's your pass, you may leave."
Dean and Sam stood as the counselor opened her door for, Dean noticed, an exceedingly beautiful girl, who left the office. The counselor walked up to the brothers and asked if she could help them.
"Yes we are just passing through and we were wondering if we could have directions to the nearest motel." Dean was used to lying, and found it came second nature.
"Ah… Let me write down some directions for you."
"It sounds like the school's had some rough times, ma'am?" Sam asked.
"Yes, three of our model Seniors, have taken their own lives, its quite tragic."
All three of them turned at the sound of the Office door opening. The girl, Anna Belle, was back and she was escorted by a proud looking teaher.
"Ah ….. Mrs. Ellis, just the person I need to see. I caught Miss Varsity Cheerleader going to her locker, with a forged note saying she was to go home. I'm sure a detention is in order" Dean smiled as Anna Belle rolled her eyes at the teacher's comments.
"Yes, Mr. Fingado, the note was forged, but not by Miss Alexander. I'm afraid that I am the culprit of this rule breaking excursion. I asked her to go home after a stressful morning after losing her friends. Oh, here are your directions" Mrs. Ellis said handing Dean the directions he asked for. The proud look was gone from the mans look, and left him looking fairly chastised.
The brothers walked out of the office, but waited outside the front doors of the school, wanting to ask Anna Belle some questions. While they were waiting Sam asked, "Dean I think she's going to be one of the victims, if not the next one."
"You know what Sammy, I agree with ya on that, she fits the profile perfectly."
This story line is exactly that a story. There have not been, to my knowledge, any violent suicide hangings caused by spirits in or near Paris, Texas, recently, or, for that matter, at any time.
