A little fanfiction part 4 of 7. Once again please follow me if you like the story.
This time Sam and Dean have been around and asked all the families for their stories and what they believe has happened. All the stories have been conflicting so far, but the last one seemed to be the craziest in both Sam's and Dean's minds.
"I think it was Mr Thompson who took Jake," a heavy woman with red hair that seemed to have gone through electrocution said in a voice deeper than even Castiel's on a good day.
"And who's Mr Thompson?" Sam asked, as usual trying to keep an open mind to any possibilities that might be out there as why these children had disappeared so quickly and without an real clues as to where they had gone.
"Jake's elementary teacher's grandfather;" the woman said, seeming to very much believe that some old guy had broken into her house into the middle of the night. But then stranger things had happened. "He brought him into school one day, apparently to talk about the second world war or something, but I happened to forget to bring Jake his lunch that day, and so I walked in on it, the class, and there was something creepy about that man. I just know that he kept staring at Jake, even though his grandson told me that that was impossible."
"Why would that he impossible?" Sam asked, close to rolling his eyes, and noticing Dean doing just that as the lady had her back turned to him.
She flushed a little, and looked a little forlornly at Sam. "Well, because he's blind, of course. It happened in the war, apparently. Some grenade or something tore it up along with his legs."
"His legs?" Dean popped in, really starting to think that maybe Jake had just run away to get away from his nutcase mother, who seemed to be smoking something not quite sanitary.
This time her face was a deep red and her eyes kept flashing all over the place, unable to linger on theirs as if she was somehow deep down knew that she was talking nonsense. "Because the old man's in a wheelchair. But that could just be a ruse. I mean, noone's ever checked to make sure that he can't actually walk. I mean with the way he seemed so eerily to zero in on my son, I just know that he had something to do with his disappearance."
"Alright, ma'am, thanks for your help. We'll let you know if we find anything that you need to know," Sam cut in, seeing that Dean was close to reaching his limit for crazy talk. And soon he directed his brother out of the house, before he offended that poor deluded woman, and odds would probably be stacked against them – them being the Winchesters after all – that she could turn violent.
They had just driven off in the impala, when Dean finally let loose. "An old blind guy in a wheelchair? Really? That's her best bet for who's taking her son?"
"Let's just ignore that last one and go over what we have so far. All six houses have blood traces, not enough to give any indication that the victim could be dead, but enough to give concern and enough to make me think that vampires could be behind this, if they were in a nest. Second thing that could back this up would be that they could move fast and quietly, and no one ever saw any of the kids being taken. So I'd go with vampires. All we've got to do now is find their nest."
"I guess that means back to the motel and do some digging on where the vamps could best go to ground for the day."
"Yeah, that'll probably be our best bet."
And then they drove on silently for a while, before Dean suddenly exclaimed: "A blind guy in a wheelchair, really?"
But Sam just shook his head, the case was crazy, that was sure. But when were they not?
And that's it for this time. I know that it's much, and it's kind of dragging a little right now, but I want it to be decent, so I don't want to rush it, either.