Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I do not get any payment for writing these stories. I only claim my original character. **This has darker themes later in the story. Trigger warning**
The Way It Is
Watching the clock, I sat in the back just waiting. I hated this school. These kids. The teachers. 3 o'clock couldn't get here fast enough. My name is Megan. And I plain just didn't fit in.
The bell finally rang and I was about to bolt to the door. Then I heard it, "Megan". Slowly setting my bag down, I turn around and see my teacher, Mr. Phillips, by my desk. I look up at him as he stands there just staring at me.
"Megan, I know this is your first year here. I am just wanting to make sure that you are settling in fine. Everything you have turned in is fantastic. Actually, it's so good that I wonder if you might want to change classes to the next level. I can talk with the office about it for you."
That was the last thing I wanted. To get more involved in school. The more involved you get the more questions people have. "That's okay Mr. Phillips" I responded. "I really like your class and am not wanting to change right now. I need to get going though. I don't want to miss the bus." As I answered I had picked up my bag and started scooting towards the door. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out the door. Right as it shut, I could hear him saying "bye".
I jogged towards to busses, not wanting to be late and missing it. That would mean that I would have to call my foster parents. That would be just lovely!
The bus ride home was uneventful, I managed to disappear in the back with my headphones on listening to some of the classics. Thinking about how I might be able to make myself invisible once I got to my foster parents house would be my mission for the night.
It was my stop. Looking down as I walked, I headed towards the McGill's house, my foster family. It was a nice neighborhood, looked nice and boring. Exactly what the American dream looked like. Opening the door, I could already smell dinner was cooking. Mrs. McGill was always on top of things like that. All homey crap. All part of the appearance.
I went straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I thought about how many mirrors I have had in my 15 years. I never knew my dad. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 16. She said my dad wasn't ready to have a baby. She only knew him for a couple months before he left with his family. She knew that his lifestyle would never be one for a kid. SO, she took it upon herself to have me and try to do it right. Right before I turned 3, she wasn't even 20 yet, she was killed in a robbery where she worked as a waitress. I was put into the system. I've been with more foster families than I am old. I never really took to any of them. It seemed like most of the people I was with wanted the money that came along with fostering me. Not so much raising me.
Dean was sitting in the bunker reading news stories looking for their next case. Cas was sitting across the table listening in on his angel radio. "Cas! Have you heard anything I just said?"
"No. I'm sorry. I've been distracted lately." Cas responded, not really paying attention still.
"Yeah, I guessed that. I said I was going to have a lookey-loo on these deaths in Indiana. Have you heard anything about it from your angel friends? The people dying mysteriously and have marks on the palms of the hands?"
"I have not heard anything on that. I'll have to look into it. Are you and Sam going to head there to investigate?"
Sam walked into the room and overheard only the last part of the conversation. "Where are we going now? I was hoping to have a little time to research and catch up on some sleep."
"No can do Sammy. We are going on a road trip. Indiana baby!" Dean said with fake enthusiasm.
"Great. I'll go start packing." Sam sighed. He walked off towards his room thinking he should just never unpack.
"I'm going to leave now. I know how you prefer that I announce my arrival and departure." Cas said to Dean.
Dean started to say something but by the time he looked up Cas had left. He just shook his head and walked off to his bedroom.
The next day Dean and Sam were in Baby and headed to Indiana. They both were not sure what to expect once they got so they had packed their entire arsenal. "It says here that the latest victim was a 16 year old boy. Name was Tanner and went to Elkhart High School. Looks like witnesses said he was a good kid. Not into any gangs and very active in his local church." Sam read off the internet.
"Well he pissed someone off since the kid was smoked. Does it say anything about how he died?" Dean asked while biting off a part of a burger too large to even chew.
"No. Nothing since he was a minor. Said it's still under investigation. All of the vics were members of the same church though. That seems to be the common piece that connects them together." Sam said watching Dean in disgust trying to keep Baby under control and not choke on his hamburger.
"All right then," Dean managed to say after a huge swallow, "Let's go see what is happening to the good ol' people of Elkhart." He gunned the engine and Baby just purred louder down the highway.
"Megan….time to eat!" Mrs. McGill called out. I headed downstairs to join their family for dinner. Sitting down in my seat at the table I waited until said grace. Once he was done they started passing food around. "So, I heard that the police are investigating more deaths. Have you heard anything down at the station?" asked Mrs. MrGill to her husband.
"No, not really. Just that the latest was the Lewis's boy...Randy I think. I think he was about your age Megan. Did you know him?"
"Randy?" I said, "Yeah, well not really. I remember seeing him around school. But we weren't really friends." I said in a rush.
"Hm, such a shame." Mrs. McGill sighed as she filled her plate.
Dinner conversation shifted, and the McGill's started talking about relatives of theirs and family drama. I zoned out, not paying attention to the conversation around me. It seemed like a lot of deaths lately. Mr. McGill was a detective for the city of Elkhart. He had been gone a lot more with all the recent activity. Which I was quite happy about. The less I saw of him, the better.
Once dinner was done and I helped clear and clean the dishes, I said my goodnights to the family.
"I'm going to head up to bed. I put away the dishes, thank you for dinner. Good night." I said as I hurried towards the stairs.
"Oh! Well, good night Megan." said as she looked up from clothes she was folding. Mr. McGill looked at me, eyes narrowing slightly, and nodded his head.
I ran up the stairs and went into my room. Closing the door, I slid a chair in front of it. Grabbing a blanket I went over to the window and opened it. Stepping out carefully, I walked across the shingles and sat where a corner provided some security. Looking up at the sky, I waited for my body to relax from the day. "Three more years…." I thought to myself, "Three more years and I am legally free." Sighing, I closed my eyes, settling into a more comfortable position against the walls. The nighttime sounds of crickets eventually lulling me to sleep.
