Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic I've ever written so far... *giggles nervously* So please, please review! I've been thinking this out for a while, and I finally decided to put it on paper. I've read all these amazing fanfics on this site, so I figured I should write my own! Enjoy! :)
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Sam sighed with frustration. He and Dean were getting nowhere with this case. Nine men, women, and teens from all over the strangely pleasant town they were camped out at had all gone to the local police station and confessed to certain crimes. Killing their wife a year ago, hitting a dog with their car the previous week, cheating on a test at school. At first, Dean suggested it could be Veritas, the not-so nice Roman goddess of truth whom they'd dealt with earlier. However, the vics simply confessed what they had done in the past, so that didn't fit the pattern. Also, they'd ganked Veritas, so that was out of the question. It was obviously something supernatural, though, as nine people in a row in one place wouldn't admit to those things after they'd gotten away with it.
They'd traveled all the way to Happtown, California for this simply to do something. Ever since the trials and especially since Kevin had died, both brothers needed to keep their minds busy. Anything to keep them from thinking about past events was a welcome relief. They seized at the opportunity to do something even though it was quite trivial, because the rest of the country was surprisingly normal and functioning fine for now.
However, once they settled down in the cheap motel and Sam did a little digging, he found that small, but strange things had been going on around the town recently. Two accidental deaths by car crash. Dogs and cats suddenly going rabid. There had even been an event where some teens claimed they had seen a blinding flash of light in a park a few months ago. In a town like this, hearing rumors like that was more than easy to do, but each teen they had interrogated as feds reported seeing something different, leaving the Winchesters completely clueless.
The door banged open and Sam looked up as Dean shuffled inside, throwing a few bags of chips onto the table and plopping onto the bed.
"No luck with the vics, huh?" Sam asked.
"Nope. No sulfur, no EMF, no nada. And the vics," he sarcastically chuckled. "The vics, well, they're convinced that they 'have seen the right path and must make amends.'"
"Angel, maybe? Rogue confess-your-crimes arc angel? I mean, that would explain the white light those kids saw," Sam suggested.
"Nah, don't think so. It just didn't feel like angel mojo, you know?" Dean sighed. "I'm getting real tired of this case. I mean, this is gonna sound weird, but I am literally dying from boredom right now. Nothing's happening," Dean said.
"No, I get what you mean. But something's gotta be happening, it's not like we've had an outburst of suddenly relenting people."
"But what if they did?" Dean retaliated. "What if we've got some real nice people who have gone for the goody good path of life and are making the world a great place, and soon it'll only be rainbows and gushy love all around?"
Sam snorted. "Yeah. That'll happen." He leaned back in his chair, grabbed the nearest bag of chips, and popped it open. "You know, I was looking at the different events, trying to connect them, and most of them all seem to be related to this one high school." Dean leaned forward, interested, and gestured for Sam to continue. "We've got the teens who confessed, who all go to… Here it is, Amaral Mountain High School. And the other vics are parents of students there. Might be a lead." Sam looked questioningly at his older brother.
"Better than nothing," Dean decided, chucking his empty chips bag neatly into the trash can. "Let's pull the fed suits tomorrow morning."
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The bell rang loudly and the mass of students started moving from all over the parking lot towards their first class of the day. Dean looked around warily as he and Sam were buffeted by the adolescents. One rather bulky looking boy sniggered as he walked by, whispering quite loudly to his friend, "What a shitty car, man, who even drives an Impala now?"
"There a problem?" Dean asked, glaring at him.
"Oh no, man," smirked the kid. "Just…" He gave a start as he looked up at Dean, realizing his suit and tie. "Oh." And with that, he hurriedly scooted away from the two brothers. Dean nudged an amused Sam and asked grouchily, "That guy seem shifty to you?"
"Definitely. But I don't think he's our guy, Dean. Half of these kids probably do things that would make them want to run record speed the moment they see a cop or fed," Sam explained. "So, you wanna split up? You talk to the principal, see if anything strange is going on, and I'll question the kids?" he suggested.
"Yeah. I aint interviewing these punks," Dean huffed, and he stormed away as Sam gave a small smile.
Sam decided the best tactic would be to go to random classes and ask to pull out the kid nearest to the door. The first few were obnoxious but ignorant, another few trembling but clueless. One of them let him in on some big gossip: everyone knew that Sid was the guy who had taken photos of a final exam and posted it on the web, but nobody expected him to confess. Apparently, he was arrogant, and he had insulted a group of sophomore girls right before he went up to the police station. Ok, Sam thought. That's something. Could be an aspiring witch. Sam got a list of all the girls' names from the gossiper – Jeez, in this town everyone knows everyone else's business, - and set off once again with a slight sense of purpose.
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"Hello. I'm Agent Mccoy, and I was just wondering, could I borrow, uh, Olivia Madan for a few moments?" Sam asked. Immediately all the students started murmuring and turned their heads towards a small, thin girl who looked petrified. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Sam reassured. "Just a few routine questions," Sam addressed the teacher, who nodded, and the girl slowly got out of her seat and followed Sam outside. "You really don't need to worry, Olivia. Just a few questions." The girl just gulped and nodded. "Alright," Sam said, smiling in a way he hoped would ease the kid. "Do you know Sid Booma?"
"Yeah," she said, obviously confused.
"Anything you can tell me about him?" Sam asked gently. Olivia shrugged. "Anything at all?" he asked again.
"Well, he was… not very nice," she offered. Ok, Sam thought. That's a start. Sam chuckled encouragingly, and the girl visibly relaxed.
"So I heard," Sam told her. "Didn't he say some rude things to you before he went to the police station?" This was obviously the wrong thing to say. Living the life he did, Sam had learned how to tell what people were thinking, and he could practically see the girl racing through thoughts as to how she could be related to what got her classmate suspended.
"Yeah," she said reluctantly. "He was always rude, but… that was the first time he said something directly… To us. I mean, my group. Not just – not just me," she said breathlessly.
"Ok." Sam knew when he had exhausted a witness. "Thanks for your cooperation. Go ahead and go back to your class." Olivia slowly backed away and re-entered her classroom. Sam sighed. He still had six more girls on the list. This was going to be a long day.
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"Nothing unusual at all?" Dean asked, bored and uninterested.
"Nothing at all, sir," principal Tom replied hurriedly. He was new, and did not expect a fed interrogation on his first year on the job. "The kids here are angels." This elicited a great snort from Dean, to which Tom stuttered, "I mean, of course, they're kids, you know kids, of course, but much nicer than other places, of course, a lot less bullying and just a really great school, you know," he stammered. "And it must be something in the air, but all these kids are being honest now, you know, which is of course one of our valued traits in this school, of course, but you know how kids are, but now especially they just… you know."
"Yeah," Dean said exasperatedly. "I know. Well, let me know if there is anything strange happening, alright Tom?" Tom nodded vigorously.
Dean left the office and called up Sam right away. "Hey," he said once Sam picked up.
"Hey. Got anything?" Sam asked.
"Nada. You?"
"Not much. Remember that vic named Sid who confessed to uploading test papers online?"
"Yeah," Dean replied. "So?"
"Well, apparently this Sid was a douche, and he just so happened to go all goody right after he insulted some sophomore girls here," Sam said.
"Huh. Never insult girls in high school, man. I learned that the hard way," Dean said smirking.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm going through the list of the girls, interviewing them. Next one is at room D-3."
"Great. I'll be there. Let's go talk us up some teenagers."
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25 minutes later, and all but one of the girls interrogated, Dean groaned. "Why do they all act like we're poisonous? And it's not just them – all of these kids!"
"Well, I'm guessing because this is such a small town, getting singled out by a cop is scary for them," Sam reasoned. "Anyway, let's just do this last one and go."
Dean groaned again. "Like we're gonna get any info from this one. None of them have any clue! I'm starting to think there's no case here, Sam." Dean looked at Sam, but Sam shook his head.
"Nah, I have a feeling. Come on, we're almost done." With that, he opened the classroom door –
"GUILTY!" bellowed the teacher in the front of the room, and he brought down a shovel onto a stuffed Yoda doll propped up on a chair as the students laughed and roared like wild animals. The teacher glanced up, and when he saw the two men in suits, he grinned and gestured with the shovel for them to speak.
"Well, it seems like we're interrupting something important," Dean said smoothly.
"Oh, that's fine. You just witnessed the beautiful execution of King Louis XVI," he replied with a tone equally as easy. Sam and Dean shared amused looks with each other. Having travelled around a lot as kids, they knew a good teacher when they saw one.
"Well, we're Agents Harken and Mccoy, and we just wanted to pull out an Arya Johnson to ask a few questions," Sam said cheerfully. Once again, like all the previous times, all students swiveled their heads to look at another skinny teenage girl, but unlike the others, she didn't seem frightened, but rather… wary.
"I KNEW IT!" the teacher cried. "Arya, you're in a lot of trouble. If you have any last words, feel free to express them to the class."
The girl's face quickly transformed from the wary face, and she just gave everyone a dazzling smile and strolled out of the classroom, waving cheekily to her friends as she exited the door. Sam and Dean followed her out, and gave each other surprised looks, as this was extremely different behavior compared to her friends.
"Well, thanks for coming out here, we just have a few questions we wanted to ask you," Sam began formally.
"So, you guys are FBI agents?" she interrupted. "Like, with the ID and everything? Can I see it?" she said, sounding interested, but the brothers could hear the hidden challenge for them to prove who they were.
"Sure thing, kid," Dean replied, flashing Sam a hey-she-seems-like-serious-stuff glance, and then flashing his badge. Sam did the same. For some reason, the badge confirmation seemed to amuse her, and a small smile played on her lips.
"Fire away," she said serenely.
"Ok, then. Do you know Sid?" Dean asked directly.
"Yup."
"We heard he insulted your group of friends right before he confessed to the cops about what he did," Dean continued.
"Yup."
"Um…" Dean looked at Sam for help.
"Anything strange or unusual about his behavior? Or any of your friends, perhaps? Or anything at all?" Sam threw in.
Arya smiled an easy smile, which would have fooled anyone, but Sam could see from experience that it didn't travel to her eyes, which seemed incredibly old for her age and were scanning both him and his brother as if they were looking for something. "Nope," she replied. "I was surprised when he went and confessed. I'm guessing if you've heard that he insulted my group of friends, you've probably talked to them, so you know that he was quite a douchebag." She smiled again when the brothers exchanged surprised looks. "What?" she said indignantly. "I'm not stupid. It's obvious you did. So, anything else?"
Dean was about to say no, but Sam cut in and hurriedly said, "Well, if you feel like letting us know anything more, feel free to call us," and he handed her a business card. She looked at him questioningly, but her mouth said in a convincing indifferent teenager voice, "Sure." As she reached out to take the card, her shirt sleeve shifted, revealing part of a design on her arm that looked suspiciously like…
"Is that a tattoo?" Dean asked cautiously. "You know you're underage for that, right?" Sam internally praised Dean for understanding and playing along. He had seen part of it and had wanted to know what it was, because…
"No," she said, not very convincingly. "It's just marker," she claimed confidently.
"Right," Sam said, disbelief dripping from his voice. "I'm gonna need you to show us that," he said as officially as possible. Arya's eyes shifted between the two Winchesters, and it was obvious she was caught. Resentfully, she shifted her shirt sleeve up, revealing an anti-demonic possession tattoo on her arm. She quickly covered it back, knowing she was trapped, but regardless asked, "So, can I go back in?"
Dean whistled. "Where'd you get that?"
"It's marker."
"Are you a hunter?" Sam asked, his eyes piercing hers. Straight to the chase then.
"What's that?" she asked, and then, without another word, slipped back into the class.
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Definitely our lead?" Sam asked.
"Definitely our lead."
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