After School Special
Dean glanced through the driver's window at the asylum. "You sure you're ready for this?"
"Oh yeah." Kayla shrugged. "Girl goes crazy, drowns a classmate in the toilet, I'm all set." It wasn't exactly a lie; she had sit out while Dean and Sam investigated the magicians using tarot cards and it was nice to just breathe for a few days. But hotels were boring and she was getting stir crazy. Ready to jump back into the saddle or not, she wasn't going to sit at the hotel.
Sam came down the sidewalk in his white scrubs and hopped into the backseat. He had just interviewed the high school girl who'd killed her classmate.
"So?" Dean glanced back.
"I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically, saying that she couldn't stop. It kind of sounds like demonic possession."
"Kind of?"
"She didn't see any black smoke, or smell sulfur."
"Maybe she's not a demon, kids can be vicious."
"Well we're already here, might as well check out the school."
"Right." Dean grimaced and started the car. "Truman High, home of the Bombers. We went there for like a month a million years ago, why are you so jazzed to go back?"
"I just think it's worth looking in to."
"You guys went to high school?" Kayla raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah." Dean stated, like he was insulted. "Sometimes."
"I just…can't picture you guys in high school."
"So what's our cover? FBI, Homeland Security," Dean smirked. "Swedish exchange students?"
"Don't worry." Sam smiled to himself. "I got an idea."
He shrugged and pulled onto the street.
"So let me guess…Sam was a genius, and you were busy sleeping with your teachers."
"No." Dean defended. "Sam was a freak, the shortest kid in his class everywhere we went."
She turned around and looked at him. "Short? And here I thought you were just born seven feet tall."
"I'm six four." He corrected. "And Dean didn't have much luck with his teachers, turns out professionals don't appreciate being called sweetheart."
His lip curled. "Kayla's a professional, and she loves it when I call her sweetheart."
"It's true."
"Besides. High school girls are enough drama to deal with without worrying about the teachers."
Kayla rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."