Story Summary: The cops of Jump Street Chapel investigate Sam and Dean.
Chapter Summary: Tom and Doug go through the Winchester version of a work out. Meanwhile, a stranger is watching.
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor 21 Jump Street is mine.
Evil had a name.
He'd heard it. He'd seen it. It was his job to take down the evil things. It was his job to watch for it. It was his job because these people didn't know any better.
He rolled his syringe between his fingertips.
Doug stretched his arms and rolled his neck as he walked. "We didn't set up rules. We should've set up rules."
"Since when do we have rules?" Tom asked, his fingers tapping on his leg with each step.
"Since you volunteered to let them put bruises on our bruises."
"We'll be fine."
"That's gotta' be like the tenth time you said that."
Tom lowered his voice, as they got closer to the field. "If I say it enough, we'll both believe it."
"You don't think we'll be fine!"
Tom shushed him. "Just play it cool."
"Cool, right, we're the McQuaid brothers. We're rougher. We're tougher. We can pound any thirteen-year-old from hell."
Tom glanced at him. "You're worried about Sam?"
"He's big for his age," Doug whispered.
Tom snorted.
"Hey! You take him, and then make fun of me."
Doug and Tom arrived to find Sam on the bleachers, finishing up a pyramid of Coke cans. He balanced the last one and looked up. He smiled widely. "Hey, you ready?"
Doug stepped forward warily. "Ready for what?"
"Tests! Dean wants to see what level you're at before we start."
Tom looked around. "Where is Dean?"
Sam picked up a trash bag and began to take down the pyramid. He tossed the cans in the bag. "He had to call and check in with our dad. He'll be right back." He finished picking up the cans and walked the bag over to the garbage.
"You're very - neat," Doug muttered.
Dean's voice entered the conversation. "Neat like the psycho in a scary-ass movie?" He passed Doug and Tom and leaned against the garbage can. There was a backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Shut up! Just because I'm not a pig…" Sam said.
"Yeah, yeah, you belong on one of those litter-free commercials." Dean brought his right fist into his left hand and held it there as he addressed Doug and Tom. "We don't need you breaking a leg, breaking your back, fainting…"
Doug glared. "We don't faint."
Dean smirked. "Just to make sure, we're testing you. It'll take a few days."
"We're not gonna' learn anything for a few days?"
"It's a safety precaution," said Sam. He smiled but, while it wasn't Dean's smirk, it wasn't an I-wish-you-well smile either. "You don't want to faint, right?"
Tom said it this time; "We don't faint."
Dean dropped his hands. "Just to make sure, this is test number one." He opened his bag and took out four walkie-talkies and passed them around. "It's just in case you get lost or need a ride back."
"Where are we going?" Tom asked.
"Just a sec." Dean showed them a red piece of string tied around his own device. Doug had the same color on his. He looked at Doug. "You can talk to me." Sam held up his green string. Dean looked at Tom. "You can talk to Sam."
Tom looked down at his own green string. "Alright, where are we going?"
Dean dropped his bag on the bleachers and he and Sam backed away from them. "You really want to know?"
"I really want to know," said Doug.
"We're going everywhere."
Sam rolled his eyes and elaborated. "We're going all over town. The first test is for speed and endurance. We're going to run and you're going to try and keep up."
Doug frowned, shoving the walkie-talkie into his jacket pocket. Beside him, Tom did the same. "So, what? We're supposed to catch you?"
Dean snorted. "You're supposed to try and keep up."
Sam went on, "Just in case you lose us, we're all going to circle back here. If you're lost or you can't make it all the way back, tell one of us the street address and Dean will pick you up as soon as he gets back."
"I don't know about 'as soon as I get back'."
Sam gave him a look. "He'll pick you up as soon as he gets back."
Tom buttoned up his jacket. "What if we get picked up by cops?"
"Don't," Dean said, flatly.
Sam bit his lip "We're not going anywhere near the police station. Other than that, we can't really do anything." He looked irritated at the lack of a plan. "Just don't get caught. We're not doing anything illegal."
"We're probably gonna' do some trespassing," Dean corrected.
"Oh, yeah."
Tom shook his head. "So, we get caught and we're screwed?"
"Run fast," said Dean. He walked away from them. Sam followed. They stopped when there was a good ten feet between the two pairs.
"That's helpful," Doug muttered.
They took off at full speed.
Tom went after Sam.
Doug's eyes widened. "Hey!" He went after Dean. "Whistle, countdown, something…"
He watched them run away and sighed in relief. Children shouldn't see the evil things. They should be innocent. They should be untainted. Even if some were infected, the others could be saved.
He just had to save them.
Sam streaked across the field. Tom was right behind him.
Sam moved through an alley. Tom kept up, his longer legs letting him go a little slower.
Sam hopped on top of a fence and started tight-roping it to the other side. Tom hopped on top of the fence, heard the dogs begin to bark from both sides, and had to grab a low-hanging branch to keep from falling.
The plaque said Lori Abigail. He knocked it to the floor. Lori Abigail was already gone. The only thing left was an infected shell.
She looked up at the noise.
He rolled the syringe between his fingertips.
Poor Lori Abigail. He'd save her. He'd kill the thing that wore her face and he'd send the poor woman to heaven. She'd want that.
She'd want to be saved.
Doug could pack a punch but long-distance running wasn't his thing. He began to fall behind after a few blocks.
Dean, apparently, didn't approve.
He pulled the fire alarm in the nearest building.
Doug heard the sirens a few second later. "Run – fast," he mimicked, in between breaths. "Little – shit." He sped up.
She – It – looked scared. That was funny. Did It think he wouldn't figure out where It was hiding? It was his job to find evil.
The third time Tom's pant leg got caught on a fence, he went down head-first. He curled his fingers through the holes halfway down. His pant leg ripped. His feet came down backwards. He landed up on the park floor, face-up and breathing hard.
He was ready to call it quits.
Then, Sam's voice came over the walkie-talkie, only slightly winded. "You don't need an ambulance or anything, right?"
Tom let his eyes close for a second. He opened them and got back up. By his estimation, Sam was about five fences ahead of him.
He kept going.
It ran but he followed, calm and collected. He had this under control.
It ran into a door. It pushed at it. The door didn't budge. It looked back at him, terrified. It ran again. He continued following. It couldn't get out. He'd made sure.
It began to sob. "Help – god – help!" It pounded on the next door. "Somebody help me!"
He shook his head. It was just an act. God wouldn't bother helping a thing like this. He moved forward.
It screamed.
Dean's voice came over Doug's walkie-talkie. "Should I stop for dinner and let you catch up? You are still alive way back there, right?"
Doug tried to growl. He broke into a coughing fit.
"Seriously, dude, you're not dead or anything, right?"
Doug rolled his eyes.
"Did you faint?"
Doug stopped at the street corner. He rested his head on the cool metal of a light post.
"If you fainted -," Dean began.
Sam's voice interrupted. "Leave him alone, Dean."
Doug groaned. They were –
" – back at the school," said Sam, over the walkie-talkie.
Tom stopped in the middle of the street.
"See you when you get here."
It gasped the moment the needle entered its skin. He knew it would. It was an infection. It sunk to the floor. It gasped and choked. The body convulsed. The face contorted.
He needed to kill the evil.
He stood above her until the body lay still.
Poor Lori Abigail.
The police car passed, the cop only sending an annoyed glance in Dean's direction. Dean tapped Sam on the head with his water bottle. "He's gone."
Sam moved from under the bleachers. "Why don't you ever hide?"
"If he catches me hiding, he'll think I'm doing something stupid."
"Then, why do I have to hide?"
Dean ruffled Sam's hair, earning a swipe from the younger boy. "We don't need to mess up your perfect record, geekboy."
Sam stuck a tongue out at him. "You're jealous."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, all the chicks love me. All the old-ass teachers love you. I'm really jealous."
Sam pointed to the side. "Here they come."
Dean took one look at them and called out, loudly, "There are two dead men approaching the bleachers! We need a doctor in here!"
He watched them.
The children didn't look infected.
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