Author's Note: Hi guys! Back with chapter two. So it turns out me and my roomies almost got busted tonight for watching Gilmore Girls. It resulted in some quick impromptu acting to pretend we were working on a paper. Anyway, disaster avoided but adrenaline's high and I'm not sleepy. So it's time to write! Oh, shout out to Kathy! Thanks so much for leaving a review; makes my whole day!
Disclaimer: still down own nothin'.
Dean whistled as the Impala slid up to the security stop at the college front gate. "See? Prison. Guardhouse. Guard. They have cameras everywhere, man. It's a freakin' compound."
Sam gave him one of his fed-up looks. "Don't be so dramatic. Schools have to be careful now, especially with all the shootings and crap that's been happening. Try to behave."
He rolled down the window and flashed a charming smile at the security guard who walked up with a clipboard.
"Can I ask your names and the reason for your visit today?"
"Yeah, I'm Pastor Coven and that's Pastor Harding; we're here representing our congregations to see if this ministry is something we'd like to support."
"Doing the Lord's work," Dean chimed in, leaning over to look up through Sam's window with a smile that was too fake. Sam shot him a glare.
The guard nodded, writing down the information quickly.
"Alright, head to the Admin building, info desk. They'll get you set up with your rooms. Hope you enjoy your stay."
Dean didn't waste any time getting through the gates and onto the campus. Sam ran a hand through his hair, checking to make sure it was staying in place combed back. He didn't want to draw too much attention.
"Are you seeing this? Unbelievable." Dean threw his hands up in the air as the sidewalks and street were suddenly flooded with hundreds of students hurrying in different directions. Class had just let out. "Skirts. Every girl is wearing a skirt...what is this, Little House on the Prairie?"
"Dean, you have got to pull yourself together, okay? Some people have different values and belief systems than you, and honestly? You have to realize that's fine. These kids want to be here. They're paying for it, and they're getting an education. Good for them."
"Yeah, well something's rotten around here or we wouldn't have a job. Just think about that, college boy. So once we get out of the seething crowd of skirt-wearing book-zombies, what's our next move?"
"Well, we'll check in at the desk and find our rooms. And then we should talk to Dee, the girl that called Bobby. Get her to show us where the sightings happened."
"I'll bring the EMF reader. And a few salt rounds. This place already gives me the creeps."
Sam shook his head in exasperation, looking out the window at the beautiful well-kept campus, the large, expensive buildings, the students all immaculately groomed and dressed. And he wouldn't admit it even to himself, but it did make him a little uneasy. Everything was just a little bit too perfect.
The head pastor of the college was waiting to greet his "colleagues" when they arrived; a short little man with a wealth of snow-white hair and a ready smile with rather unfortunate teeth that seemed difficult to speak around. He chatted eagerly about the various ministries and church activities the students were required to attend every day as he escorted them to the special guest house reserved for traveling pastors.
"Well I hope you enjoy your stay, and I greatly look forward to introducing you in chapel over the next day or two and hearing your sermons."
Dean's smile faltered.
"...Sermon?"
"Why yes; we like to offer the students fresh faces during morning chapel whenever we can, and pastors like pulpits with a captive audience, so it's a win for everybody." He chortled at his own joke and shook both their hands. "I'll see you tomorrow. 10:00 sharp, now."
Dean wiped his hand on his shirt and swallowed hard as the door closed behind the old man.
"Did you just sign us up for a revival gig? Are we gonna work the case, or do you need to study for your sermon?"
"Shut up, we'll find a way to get out of it. Now come on, there's a coffee shop around campus somewhere and we'll meet Dee there. And Dean? You're a pastor. No checking out skirts."
Dean smirked a little.
"Hey, as an old nun in Maryland once said: I can look at the menu, I just can't order." Sam just raised his eyebrows and Dean's smile disappeared with his good mood. "Fine. I'll be a literal saint. Let's go, Father Brown."
Author's Note: So I realize this story's sort of a slow burn, but it'll speed up, I promise. Gotta set the stage. And what could that perfect, innocent, private-school front be hiding? Whatever it is, it has both boys on edge. Is Dean overreacting, or is Sam too much of a college proponent to realize something's not right? Next chapter coming soon. Comment and review! LOVE you people!