Chapter 2:
The dinner was reasonably clean if not sparse. They had a few mismatched wooden tables and chairs, and the front window had a spider web of cracks emanating from a stake that was still stuck in the window. The rest of the place looked reasonably clean although still in shabby shape from the hurricane damage.
"So what did you find out?" Dean asked.
"Not much," Sam replied as his eyes scanned the computer screen,
Dean placed his order with the waitress while Sam's forehead slowly furrowed into meditative thought. Just before she left, he ordered a cup of coffee. After a few more moments of staring at the screen, Sam looked up to say, "I was just looking at the missing person's report. Apparently the girls told their parents that they were heading to confession at St. Barbra's, when they didn't come back that night their parents got nervous than called the police the next day."
"Why didn't they just call the girls, I mean, almost every teenage girl in America has a cell phone." Dean balked.
"Almost all the towers in the area have been destroyed by the Hurricanes," Sam said as he checked his cell phone, "I don't have service out here."
Dean checked his own before swearing. "Alright, so what are you thinking, the girls were lying to their parents to go out and party all night." He asked after jamming the useless device back into his pocket.
"Maybe, or maybe they got into some weird trouble." Sam replied turning back to his Laptop
"Any similarities between vics." Dean asked, eyeing the cracked front window.
"They all went to the same school, St. Patrick's High School." Sam replied, moving down the screen, his eyes taking in just the meaningful information on the scanned black and white page from the police's office.
"St. Patrick's, St. Barbra, what are they, Catholic." Dean asked as the waitress set down his
"I would assume so." Sam replied, perplexed. "It would match the story that they were going to confession."
"So what, are we dealing with some seriously pissed off demon capturing catholic schoolgirls."
"It could be Lucifer trying to break another seal for a horseman or something." Sam remarked, picking up his coffee.
"Alright," Dean replied picking up his sandwich, "We should talk to the parents."