Another chapter coming at you for the New Year! I hope everyone is having a good day and has a good 2018!
I parked my car towards the back of the parking lot, even though there were spaces further up it was just easier to pull in out from the back. Turning down my music I shut off my car and opened my door, by the time I was closing the two Winchesters were getting out of their own vehicle. I looked up at the main building for Crowder college, Farber, it housed a good chunk of the offices and the library, plus multiple meeting rooms. For being a college it was a small campus, just a few building with a court yard in the middle.
"All right, what was it you said you needed?" I asked them, as we headed towards the building. "Library?" I guessed, thinking that they just wanted to check out some books on the local lore, saying that there wasn't a lot of those in the area libraries.
"Actually we need the Elsie Plaster building." Sam told me pulling a couple of papers out of his backpack as we walked. I couldn't help but chuckle at how in place he looked, walking around with a book bag and the terribly nerdy hair cut. "There's been two deaths that were located in that building you know." He explained. I opened the doors to the first building Farber, and led them straight through out the back door into the courtyard, where we walked straight across.
"I knew there had been deaths, but I didn't realize they were both in the same building, especially this one, it's the art center." As we neared the building I recognized more and more students, saying that I was in classes with a lot of them. "I know it well, actually, I'm a graphic design major, so I spend a lot of time here." We walked into the small building, it wasn't anything special, just more tile flooring, and more plain walls, and doors, leading into classrooms. "So I know you said you were like cultist buffs, but what exactly to the deaths in Elsie Plaster have to do with that?" I knew for a fact there were no cults going on in that town, hell there probably never were any cults going on in that town at any time. It was founded by bible thumping farmers.
Dean just kind of shifted uncomfortbably, while Sam cleared his throat, after a few moments of awkward silence Dean finally answered. "You see the deaths were suspicious, people locked in rooms and committing suicide, without leaving a note, and both of them had good lives." He told me, it almost seemed like it was painful for him to tell me that. "Look, we just think it could have a connection to something supernatural, like we said were kind of crazy about that stuff, we just want to check the place out for kicks and giggles."
I nodded, unconvinced. "Where did they off themselves?" I asked, wondering why the papers had left out that they were suicides, maybe the families didn't want their loved ones' memories tainted by the public's last, and probably only impression of the deceased.
"The first one was in the janitors closet on the west side of the building." Sam said, reading off of his papers again. "It's between room 104 and 106." I paused a moment trying to think of which hallways exactly those rooms were down, after contemplating for a moment I randomly chose a direction and started walking, using the room numbers as a guide to try and get my bearings. "You have no idea where you're going do you?" Sam asked.
"I have some idea!" I protested.
"Here give me that!" Dean said yanking the papers out of Sam's hand. "I'll figure it out you two follow me." He said impatiently. I frowned, feeling a little awkward.
"Don't worry he's just pissed because it's four and he hasn't had a single drink yet." Sam told me, jumping out of the way when Dean tried to kick behind him and hit Sam. I grinned again, realizing neither of them were being too serious and were messing around.
"So do you two just drive around and look for stuff like this, or did you really drive up from Kansas just for a couple of deaths?" I had just remembered that their liscense plate was from Kansas, which wasn't too far, but still seemed a little ridiculous to me to drive up to my tiny town.
"Uh no..." Sam said trailing off, I frowned, beginning to get a little concerened over their identities.
"We're here visiting family." Dean said quickly, too quickly. I decided to let it be for now and just ask them later, if anything seemed too fishy. Finally we found the janitors closet and the two guys walked in looking around and digging through the cleaning supplies, I raised an eyebrow watching them, but didn't say anything. It took them a few minutes, they kept asking each other, vague, coded questions, that they both seemed to understand perfectly. Eventually one called the other over, they discussed it for a moment, and picked an item up off the ground that they quickly pocketed. That's when I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.
"What was that?" I asked following them back out of the building, they ignored me. "Excuse me, not even going to show a little gratitude to the person who helped you figure out where this was!?" I was getting a little angry. Finally I just shoved my way between the two and stood blocking their way. "Will you please tell me what the hell is going on!" I demanded.
Dean angrily held up a small leather bag with a familiar symbol drawn on it, it was a hex bag. "Let's just say you shouldn't come back to classes for a while, wait until we get out of town." He said before practically picking me up and setting me down out of the way. I stood stunned for a minute confused, there couldn't seriously be witches in Neosho, and not to mention how the hell did those things even work! I mean, I had down research on it, but I never thought it was really plausible.