DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. Eric Kripke does :'(

A/N: Don't like the plot or character pairings, then don't read this fic. This is before Deanmon but this is non canon as to the original story line, so I'm making this story my own. But the Man of Letter's bunker is still part of the story. Kevin isn't dead, neither is Bobby.

WORD COUNT: 1, 427

CHAPTER 3:

IF THE SHOE FITS. .

"So, where to first?" Dean asked as Althea lead them. "We'll go to the football field. That's where Johnny's tormentors are."

"Did they ever do anything to him physically?" Sam inquired.

Althea glanced at him. "Physically and emotionally. Once, they mistook him for a football and threw him across the field. Lucy and I ran to help him and they met then."

Sam was about to ask another question when they reached the pitch, but didn't see the football hurtling toward his head. "Sam!" Dean called out, running to catch the ball, Althea stepped in front and caught it effortlessly, the ball inches from Sam's face.

"Are you okay, Agent Young?" Althea asked and Sam took a deep breath, nodding, obviously a bit shaken.

"Whoa. ." Dean muttered and Althea turned to him, smiling gently.

"Hey, Scar, throw back the ball!" One of the larger jock's raised his arms, a smug grin on his face.

Althea bristled at the insult and Dean almost charged over there, wanting to set the little bastard straight.

"Alright. Heads up." Althea called back, and took a normal football stance and the players laughed at her. She swung her arm back and let it go with all the force in her small body and she grunted from the strength.

The player held his hands up and as he caught the ball, he flew backwards and landed on his back. "You need to train a little more, Shane." Althea grinned as she sauntered over to the dumbfounded players.

Dean and Sam stared at each other in awe before following her. "Boys, this is Special Agent Scott and Special Agent Young, they're here to talk to you about Johnny's death."

"'Sup dudes?" One of the jocks greeted and Shane got up, looking right enraged.

"Now, boys, Miss Kennedy here, tells us you treated the deceased very poorly when he was alive. Did you dislike him that much that you couldn't help yourself?" Dean urged the players, who now had stunned expressions on their faces.

"What? No way. We would never have killed Johnny, he was just a kid. We liked to pick on him a little, no big deal." Dave, another player defended.

"No big deal? Johnny's dead and it's no big deal?" Althea growled.

"Now, we didn't mean it like that." Dave raised his hands up in surrender.

"Look, Scar, we didn't kill the geek, but it would have been fun." Shane thundered, his azure eyes blazed in anger and irritation.

"Don't call me 'Scar'." Althea rumbled, her anger slowly rising and started to brim to the surface.

"Why not? We all know about you, little Scar. We all know you got abducted and fed to the wolves, literally." Shane laughed humourlessly. "We all saw the article and we all know about those scars on your back, how they make you just. . horrid. Didn't you realize that when you dated Rick, that he wouldn't tell us everything?" Shane was brutal in his words and both Sam and Dean were shocked to their very core at his words.

Dean's anger flew from it's tight confines and he couldn't control himself as he took hold of Shane and slammed him into the asphalt. "Give me the cuffs, Sam!" Dean knew he couldn't pummel the football player here, but in the safety of an interrogation booth, nobody would question him or his methods as an FBI agent. Sam easily slid the cuffs to Dean and soon, Shane was in the back of squad car.

"We'll take him back to the station and wait for you." Sheriff Peterson informed Dean and Sam and they turned to Althea.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that." Althea apologised and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Don't be." Sam reassured in a comforting tone and he rested one hand on her dainty shoulder.

"Yeah, don't listen to that, kiddo. He doesn't know what he's talkin' about." Dean said, looking at Althea with warm candy apple green eyes and her eyes widened. Before she could say anything, Dean started, "now, let's get to these computer geeks and possibly some occultists." All three of them started across campus, but Althea's mind wandered. She knew those eyes.

(..)

"Well, all I got from Shane was that Johnny was a freak and since he doesn't like people into abnormal things, he decided that it would be fine to torment our poor buddy when he first arrived on campus. Oh, and he said and I quote, 'Althea's is just for a little bit of fun. It's hot to see her all riled up.' So, I guess Shane is just a normal bully, nothing supernatural about him. I checked everything." Sam said, walking into the bunker where Dean and Kevin were looking through Johnny's stuff. "What do you got?"

"What a bitch." Dean commented before sipping at his beer. "Kevin decided to help us and hacked into the hacker's computer, before the police get their hands on it." Dean informed Sam, who nodded.

"Yeah," Kevin joined in the conversation, "I've gone through every scrap of his data and it's pretty knowledgeable. He had done pretty specific reports on anything supernatural, vampires, ghosts, ghouls, wraiths, Wendigos, werewolves, demons. .even angels get a mention. It says about where they usually are and how to tell what it is, it's weaknesses and its strengths. He knew everything. He . . . even had a summoning spell." Kevin explained, looking up to look at Dean and Sam.

"To summon what?" The Winchester brothers spoke in unison.

"Any kind of evil creature on Earth, Heaven or Hell." Kevin's voice trembled slightly.

"Any ideas on who or what, should I say, would want to get their hands on something so powerful?" Dean asked, looking at Sam with a knowing look.

Sam's face morphed into understanding and then one of pure hatred. "Crowley." He hissed through gritted teeth.

Kevin tensed at the name, but didn't say anything, his attention then was occupied on a different file. "Hey, guys, I may have found something about that werewolf."

Both Dean and Sam stood behind Kevin as he showed them photos of a young girl who had been kidnapped by a pack of werewolves. "His notes, refer to the bite of a werewolf and that he would be invincible and get back at them, whoever they are." Kevin explains, squinting at the screen, "okay, he goes on to say, 'she's the only one who can help. She's the only one who can help me fight. I need her to appease the creature. I need to give her, in order for me to become stronger.' Who is he talking about?" Kevin asked and he clicked on a photo. It was an article, dated 1999. "'Althea Kennedy, a five-year-old girl from Sioux Falls is presumed dead, after police search for 6 months with no sign of the girl. Parents are urging the police and they say they will take any measure necessary to find their daughter.' Maybe he was after this Althea." Kevin concluded and looked into the grim face of Sam and the horrified and enraged face of Dean.

"That. .bastard was going to sacrifice Althea, just so he could get stronger?" Dean hissed at nobody in particular.

"Sacrifice her to the surviving werewolf of the pack. Why would it want Althea, if not for revenge?" Sam offered, feeling a burning itch to run back to the campus.

"Wait, you guys know her?" Kevin asked, his eyes wide.

"Our Dad and I saved her from those werewolves. I cradled her in my arms as I took down the leader of those damn things." Dean explained, his voice hard. "Come on, Sammy, we're going back to the campus."

Dean grabbed his jacket and raced to the Impala, hoping to God, if he was there, that it was all just one big theory.