Chapter 2~ Through The Deep Dark Woods

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They waited until the next day to go dig up some more information on Eliza Picken. Though there wasn't much.

"Average student, participated in Band, only ever got in trouble for reading in class?" Dean scoffed, unable to believe that anyone could like to read that much. Well, he could, but other than Sam. "Other than her parents dying, and getting called crazy, this girl doesn't have much on her."

"Yeah, you'd think someone would notice a tail, especially on the local oddity." Sam was busy flipping through yearbooks. "Whoa, hold on. Dean, come look at this." His brother slid his chair over, peeking over Sam's shoulder. "That's why no one ever noticed." The girl in they were looking for was always in the background, never the forefront, and wore baggy clothes that would hide any trace of the possibility of a deformity.

"How old is this chick?"

"Well, if the yearbook is anything to go by, maybe...23?"

"In this picture?"

"Oh, no. More like 16 or 17."

"She's so tiny. Are you sure she didn't skip any grades?"

"I don't think so. It may just be that her clothes are so big that they swallow her up, make her look smaller than she is."

"Yeah, maybe." Sam sighed. "At any rate, if this is the person out in the woods, we're dealing with someone who is definantly stronger than she looks."

"No kidding."

"'Scuse me?" Their heads bolted up. "What are y'all folks doin' in here? Ain't nobody supossed to be in here." He was a burly guy, no more than 24 or so.

"Sorry, man. We're just doing a little digging for our investigation."

"Investigation? Y'all them two FBI agents everyone's been talkin' 'bout in town?"

"Yep, that's us." Dean walked up and showed him his badge. "Just a couple of agents, trying to close up a case."

"Oh. Well, who you fellas lookin' at? I'm sure I could help."

"We can't disclose any information about our investigation at this time, but if you could tell us about someone we think might be a victim in all this."

"Sure, no problem. Who you thinkin'?"

"Are you familiar with an Eliza Picken?"

The guy's face immediatly turned sour. "Oh, that bitch, huh."

"Bitch?"

"Yeah. Quiet girl, knew her in school. She was always a bit odd, that one. Didn't talk much, didn't have many friends. Kept her nose in a book most of the time. Word 'round town is that her and her bat-shit crazy granny are witches." He pulled out a coke bottle and spit into it. "Wouldn't doubt it."

"So, what do you think about her...personally?"

"Personally...I don't know. She kept to herself, that's really all I could tell you. Supposedly, she attacked some dudes. I don't really think so."

"You know them too?"

"Sure do, same graduating class. Those guys ain't no count. They used to hit on all the girls, maybe, Lizzy there got propositioned by one or a couple of 'em. Honestly, I wouldn't blame her for fighting back. Them was kinda creepy."

"That all?"

"Yup. That's all. Sorry I couldn't be more help."

"No problem. You've actually helped a lot. Thanks."

"Dean, I'm telling you, we need to go out there and find out if it's really this girl."

"And I'm telling you, Sam, we don't know what's out there, and we got no idea how do defend ourselves against it. What if it is, and what if that chick comes at us, and we can't fight back? Huh? We just gonna let ourselves get killed?"

Sam set his jaw. "She's scared, Dean. I mean, wouldn't you be if you were in her shoes?"

"No, if I were in her shoes, I'd be in another country. Somewhere cold where I didn't have to pull off that giant ass sweater she always wears."

"Look, all I'm saying, is that we at least owe it to Mrs. Picken and Eliza to look for her and try to bring her home safely."

"What in this town is safe for that girl, Sam? The people all think she's a witch, tryin' to throw her in the nut house. She got attacked, if grandma is anything to go by, and that means she's on the defensive. And, she might have frickin' fairies tellin' her to kill anyone that comes near her!"

"So, we find out how to defend against fairies. Can't be that hard, I'm sure Dad's journal has something in there about that. But, we need to at least try to find out if it is her. And if it is, we need to get her somewhere safe." Dean sighed in defeat. There was no talking his little brother out of this. Might as well make sure he didn't get killed.