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"I don't understand where she became such a great actress, though," Sam proclaimed, back at the hotel. "I mean, that girl – Arya – was pretty convincing except for a few tells."
"She has the hunter look, man, I'm telling you," Dean responded, looking through her records Sam had accessed online. "The whole 'seeing too much for your time' gig? She was that 200%. How she's related to this, though… Hang on a minute. Sam, look at this." Sam leaned in to read off what Dean had pulled up on the computer.
"15 year old sophomore... A and A+ student… Citizenship award… What? Normal outstanding student." With a pang, he remembered Kevin.
"No, no, no, look at this," Dean said, oblivious to the reference. "Nine excused absences supposedly called in by a parent. Programmed not to show up on the transcript. Exactly when our vics confessed." Dean lightly slapped the computer and leaned back satisfied. "That's a lot of coincidences."
"You're right," Sam agreed, scrolling through the records some more. "But she's definitely human, and witches can only make things happen, not make people change their minds…"
"Maybe she has some psychic abilities. I don't know, guy insults her friends, she makes him get himself suspended? Seems pretty legit, man."
"I guess so. And she was friends with the kids whose parents confessed too. So maybe… parent gives the kid a bad day, she decides to get back for her friend?" Sam suggested.
"It fits," Dean said. "I mean, now it's not harmful and all, but later…" He trailed off, shifting his eyes first at Sam and then to the ground. Sam shifted uncomfortably as he remembered his psychic abilities he used to have and how they changed him – or atleast, how everyone thought they would. Suddenly, he felt a pang of sympathy for the girl.
"So what do you suppose we do?" Sam asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
"Well, we uh… we go tell her to stay good, or things get bad. For her." He looked at Sam and shrugged.
"Seriously?"
"You got any other idea? I'm all ears," Dean retorted.
Sam sighed resignedly. "Fine. Let's go find her house."
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Sam and Dean pulled up by the curb and parked their beloved Impala by the lush green grass of the typical American front lawn for the typical American house. Dean whistled. "Dang," he said, a slight trace of wistfulness in his voice. Sam gazed up at the mahogany door of the two-story house. "Dang," he echoed.
They walked up to the door and Sam rang the doorbell. After a few moments, he rang it again. Nothing happened.
"FBI," Dean yelled into the door. "Open up!"
Nothing happened.
Dean looked over at Sam and shrugged. "Nobody home then. Let's come back-"
"Shh." Sam motioned him to be quiet. A phone had just started ringing very close to the door, only to be turned off rapidly. "Come on, we know you're in there." Sam called. "We're not here to arrest you. We just want to talk." A few more moments passed by.
"Don't make us break down the door," Dean threatened impatiently. Finally, the door opened up a crack, and Arya's eye peeked out and intelligently scanned them over.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"We just want to talk," Sam replied as gently as he could. "That's all. We promise."
Arya looked at the two Winchesters, worry etched on her face. She scanned the area around them quickly, then opened the door slowly. "Come in. Oh, um, take your shoes off."
Sam and Dean complied and quietly stepped inside. Arya carefully closed the door and cautiously turned to face them.
"So, we just want to ask-"
"Are you guys serious?" Arya cried, her worried face melting into an indignant one as she fell back onto the sofa with ease. "What the heck took you guys so long?"
"What? Wha-"
"You're lucky you finally came now, because my parents are coming back home in a half hour, so that's how much time we have," she continued as if she wasn't interrupted.
"Hold on a minu-"
"Jeez, I was getting worried that Sam and Dean were as thick as their reputation says they are and that you guys didn't take the hint, and I was thinking how I would contact you without-"
"Arya!" Sam interjected. "What do you mean took so long? And what hint? And how do you know who we are?"
Arya rolled her eyes and stared up at them intently. "The whole acting ignorant and at ease but trying to hide the shifty hunter look thing," she responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "That hint." She paused to gauge the brothers' expressions, and obviously dissatisfied by their lack of understanding, said, "The try-to-get-them-suspicious maneuver and reveal part of my anti-possession tattoo so that they decide I'm causing the weird things going on and come talk to me privately thing." She looked at them patronizingly, like a mother trying to explain to three year olds that one plus one equals two.
Dean looked at her, astonished. "You mean to say that was all planned out acting?" he asked disbelievingly. She raised her eyebrows as if to say, duh. "Damn. You're good," he admitted grudgingly, causing her to beam at the praise. She quickly stopped, though, looking up rapidly to check to make sure they didn't see. Dean pretended he hadn't. He knew that this was a sign of a kid who didn't get praised often, and good actress or not, she couldn't hide everything.
"So…" Sam still struggled to understand. "You aren't psychic?"
For the briefest portion of a millisecond, a strange expression crossed her face that Sam couldn't really identify, but the next moment, it was gone. "No… although sometimes I wish I was. It would be nice to be able to figure out all the answers to the test before I take it," she thought out loud, smirking.
"Wait a minute – you never told us how you know our names," Dean stated.
"Please. Every hunter talks about you guys. The Sam and the Dean Winchester… I'm surprised there are people out there who don't know you guys."
"So then… You are a hunter?" Sam asked, still perplexed.
"Um… kind of," she replied, unsure of her words. "I mean… I know everything that exists, but… I don't really have the… the tools to kill them."
"Damn right you don't," Dean said firmly. "I'm glad your parents have the sense not to get you into this crap." Sam glanced at him, slightly surprised at his vehemence.
"Well…" she trailed off, then looked up at them again. "They don't know anything, actually. They're perfectly normal. I just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time one day, and ended up learning the hard way. I kept my mouth shut so I didn't seem crazy, and then I decided I might as well learn as much as I can, because, who knows when something will happen again? So I taught myself." She paused and gazed at them, as if waiting to see how they'd react.
There was an awkward silence as Sam and Dean processed how mature she sounded for her age. "Well," Sam said, with a strained smile, "I don't suppose you know what the hell is making these people go truth-loving good citizens?"
"Yeah, and why did we needa come speak privately?" Dean added.
"That's the thing," Arya said, her eyebrows constricted. "I excused myself from school - posing as my parents, obviously - and followed them and did the whole gig, but I still have no clue what it is. And that's saying something, because trust me, I know everything. What?" she asked, annoyed at Sam and Dean's smirks. "I had waay too much time on my hands, so I learned everything. Betchya don't know what a Carlack is," she said with a huff.
Sam's eyes narrowed, and he said amusedly, "No, you're making that up."
"Keep telling yourself that," she replied, looking pleased. "The point is, I don't know what it is, but that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about the other strange stuff."
"What other strange stuff?" Dean asked incredulously. "You mean the flash of light?"
"And the two kids getting killed, and the wacko animal fest. Those are the things I'm worried about, because they're a lot more violent and ominous. And unlike other cases, this is too big and spread out without getting noticed. So I can't solve this on my own this time," she said as she looked up at the brothers expectantly.
"Watched by who?" Dean asked, at the same time Sam said, "'This' time? You've done this before?"
Arya cocked her head curiously and studied Sam, as if gauging how much to tell him. "I keep an eye out, I do as much as I can, and I make it obvious once I'm done so that another hunter can come finish the job. This time it's you guys. Although, you actually managed to find me, which is good, because you'll need all the help you can get." Sam and Dean stared at her, completely confounded. "Yes, help from a 15 year old who knows more than you. Get over it."
"Who's watching you?" Dean asked again. Arya scoffed.
"It's a small town. Usually I can chalk it up to going to the library and excuses like that, but this is too far out, and people will talk if they see me doing strange things. Unlike you guys, I have to live here for longer than a week, so I have a reputation to keep. Here, give me your actual numbers – not your fake fed one – and we can text through that." She glanced up at the clock and jumped up suddenly. "Crap! You guys gotta go now. If my mom comes home and sees feds in the house, she'll freak out… Here's my number. And leave like you're unhappy that I'm absolutely normal and good and unrelated to crime. I'll text you more info." Then she looked up at them and smiled a genuine smile. "I like you guys," she said, as if something was very funny. Then she opened the door, and when she turned back to face them, her face and transformed into a frightened, yet relieved teenager, who definitely wasn't a hunter. "Um… bye," she said uncertainly.
Damn, she's incredible. And smart, Dean thought. Sam thought the same, as he said "You be good now," managing to sound slightly disgruntled. As they walked towards their car, Dean thought he felt a small gust of wind, but when he turned around, nothing was there but a slight chill on the back of his neck. He looked at Sam and they thought the same thing. Someone – or something - was messing with this kid's hometown. And they were going to help her out.
Arya watched the Impala glide away from the window, her face once again transforming into a conflicted one full of shadows.
"He's right about one thing, darling," a voice snarled darkly from behind her, and she almost jumped out of fear. "You are certainly one great actress." Arya closed her eyes and pretended she couldn't hear him.
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