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"Thank you for your information." Dean said as he exited the Headmaster's office.

Apparently all the kids were the book smart, nerdy type and they all had bright futures ahead of them.

Most of their over lapping friends were already questioned by the police. He looked over the pile of names that the headmaster gave him and decided to start questioning the one's that appeared the most.

Which were only a handful of names, four to be exact. Samuel Campbell, a smart kid, here on scholarship and studying law. Jessica Moore, also studying law, and apparently living with Campbell. Megan Masters, a nursing student who does an off campus work credits. Brady Ross was the last name, he was in the last fire, since the last one was his house that suffered.

"Huh?" Dean said to himself as he found a seat in the building to look over the folders of the students. He was provided with their addresses and their schedules.

He reread the crime reports, going through every detail. Then he found a connection. Every place that was destroyed, either Sam or Jess was visiting or they were victims of.

Jess, especially, had been apart of all three fires.

"Guess it's time to talk to Miss. Moore again." Dean said face down in the folders. "Do you think-" he started to say as he looked up, and saw no one to bounce ideas off of. He sighed then continued to talk to himself as he got up from his spot, putting the folder away. "Mrs. Harvelle better find me a partner soon. I'm tired of talking to myself."

Dean headed out the building, towards his "Rent-a-crap", what he affectionately calls the car he has during any mission he's on that he can't have his car.

He decided to go question Brady, since both Sam and Jess had classes soon and Megan is at her work site.

He got out of the last fire with no burn marks on his body, just a little smoke in his lungs. He was on bed rest for another week because of the trauma this has cause him. Apparently, Brady was living with his girlfriend of 2 years. She didn't get out in time.

Dean had gotten in his car and drove over to the place Brady was staying at. When he arrived to the house, he got out of his "car" and headed towards the door, knocking once he stopped in front of it.

"Hello." he heard a voice come out sluggishly from the other side of the door. When the door opened, Dean saw a man in stained sweats, non-shaven face, and eyes with dark circles and bags.

"Brady Ross?" Dean asked getting his badge out of his jacket inside pocket and showing it to the man. "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm with the FBI. I'm here to talk about the fires."

Brady's eyes widened at that information and immediately opened the door for the Agent. "Yeah. Yes. Come on in." He said standing off to the side to let Dean in.

Dean walked in and sat down in the chair that was placed near the sofa. The sofa was set up for someone to sleep on it, he could tell from the pillow and the blanket on it. Brady pushed that stuff onto one side and sat down in the middle of the sofa.

"I'm glad you guys are finally taking this arsonist seriously." Brady said looking down, his hands that were clasped together in his lap were shaking slightly.

"Of course we are." Dean said seriously. He caught Brady's eyes with his. "We're going to catch this sonuva bitch as soon as we can. I just have a few questions." Brady nodded and looked back down, his shaking subsiding a bit. "I've read the reports, but I want to know what happened, according to you."

"Okay." He said. He took a deep breath and started his story of the last fire.

It was basically what was written in the reports. Brady and Annie invited Sam, Jess, Clay, and Meg over to celebrate their SAT scores. There was light drinking, since they still had classes and Meg volunteered with Annie at the local hospital.

"They were going to be doctor's. Annie dreamed of becoming a neurosurgeon."

Someone must have spiked their drinks, since he doesn't even remember being tired. None of them do. Meg was the one who woke up Sam and Jess. Brady had woke up to Meg screaming at them to be careful. The flames had already engulfed half the house.

"...it took some time until we were outside of the fire. It wasn't until we were out that I thought of-of Annie. I tried to run in, not thinking clearly. Sam, he's a good guy, he held on to me so I didn't run in and die." Brady had a few tears slip free and his shaking got worse, but he spoke steadily, calm, and slowly. "I still feel terrible about it. Her and Clay were near where they say it started. But... I didn't think about her at all until I was safe. What kind of guy am I that I didn't spare my loving girlfriend a thought?"

"It's a survival instinct." Dean explained, looking straight at Brady. "The things that happen in movies and shows, those don't happen. When we face near death experience, when we think were close to death, we don't think clearly. We focus on getting safe, on surviving and getting away from the danger. Especially those not use to "of the moment" thinking."

"Then...Meg? She got us out. She must have..." Brady thought out loud.

"I'll talk to her. But she sounds like she was doing what she's training to do. Since she's training to be a nurse, they have to have great of the moment thinking. Her training must have kicked in, but I will talk to her and see what she says." Dean said emphatically.

Brady nodded again. "She's training until 4:30 today." He said, offering the information. Dean could see he wanted him to catch the guy quickly.

"Then I'll talk to her afterward. This is Samuel Campbell's and Jessica Moore's place, correct?"

"Yeah." Brady said nodding again. "But they wouldn't do it." He said defensively. "They're engaged and are planning their wedding. They're in romantic paradise and... and happy. These deaths... it's a terrible timing." He said defending his kind friends.

Dean looked at Brady, confused as what the timing has to do with anything.

"The first fire. With Ava's death. It was the day after Sam asked Jess. Ava was going to be Jess's maid of honor."

Dean nodded slowly. "That maybe Brady, but the timing isn't what brought me here. I still have questions. That I will have to ask them." He got up from his seat and shoke Brady's hand as he stood up as well. "Thank you for everything."

"No problem Agent Winchester. Please get this person." Brady pleaded disparately, tears shining in his eyes.

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