No One's Supposed To Know

Chapter 4

Dean and Sam got the addresses of the three victims from Ben's class list and went to investigate their living situations. The first victim, Hannah McKenna's home looked like a snap-shot out of suburban America.

"Well what do you think Sammy….doesn't exactly look like a hot spot for paranormal activity does it?" Dean asked from behind the wheel of the impala.

"One way to find out," Sam said simply. He walked up the paved driveway Dean trailing behind him. Reaching the front door, Sam rang the doorbell, and leaned back on his heels to await an answer.

The door opened after a second revealing a petite dark haired woman who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Hi…were sorry to bother you…Mrs. McKenna I presume?" Sam asked.

"Yes," the woman said a bit guarded… Can I help you?" she asked.

"We're from the health department," Dean said officially as he and Sam flashed the woman one of the many fake ids they possessed.

"We were hoping to talk to you about Hannah."

The woman looked skeptical.

"We'll I'm sure by now that two other children have passed away from the same symptoms Hannah was experiencing. We just want to conduct a through investigation and make sure there isn't something we're missing. We've never seen anything like this and we want to make sure that it doesn't happen again. Preventive measures you understand," Dean said easily flashing the woman a smile.

"Of course," the woman said stepping aside to let them in.

Minutes later when the three of them were seated at the kitchen table over coffee, Dean began the questioning.

"Mrs. McKenna, can you tell me about when Hannah first started feeling ill? How did you find out she was sick?"

"Well that morning I woke Hannah up for school and went downstairs to fix my husband's coffee before work. My husband left and I went back upstairs to see if Hannah needed any help getting ready. She was up but moving a little slow. She didn't mention feeling sick so I thought she was just sleepy. I dropped her off at school and left for work just like normal.

"When did you get the call from the school that she was sick?" Sam asked.

"Around noon, my secretary interrupted my meeting saying that the school nurse had phoned and that Hannah was sick."

"So you picked her up…did you get any impression that she was in any danger….did you think that she had anything worse than the flu?"

"No….but she kept getting worse. She started vomiting and got so dehydrated….she couldn't keep anything down."

"Did you see a doctor?" Sam asked

Mrs. McKenna looked uncomfortable "No...it happened so fast, before we knew it, it was too late to save her….it was awful toward the end. She was delirious from the fever.

"Delirious meaning…" Sam prodded.

She was hallucinating, seeing things….well a person, a little boy. She kept saying to me Mommy; he says you have to tell. You have to tell to save me."

"You didn't understand what she meant?"

"It was her fever; she didn't know what she was saying."

"But this boy she saw…did you tell you what he looked like….did she say he had a name?

"Well yes….she said his name was Andrew. But it was all in her head, he wasn't real the only people here was her father and I."

Dean nodded. Thank you Mrs. McKenna," he said. "I think we have all the information we need. We'll show ourselves out."

"Something about that woman was just…" Dean struggled to finish the sentence as he sat behind the wheel of the impala after leaving the McKenna home.

"Fake?" Sam offered.

"Yeah she was little to Stepford wives for me. She didn't even take the kid to the doctor, I mean yeah maybe it was too late but….there's just something wrong with that. So, what do you make of this Andrew stuff? Ghost….death omen in the form of a ghost?"

"I've never heard of death omens targeting children," Sam said. "But, I've also never heard of a ghost showing up and making demands."

"Me either," Dean replied. "Maybe we should do some more digging before the visit the other parents. If we can get a better handle on what we're dealing with it will be easier to connect the other kids' stories."

Sam merely nodded in response and with that decided Dean cranked up the radio.

"Dean do you have any idea how many kids named Andrew could have died in the past few centuries, we don't know what time period he's from, the exact age, cause of death…."

"Okay, I get it Sam we're clueless," Dean said. "What do you suggest we do about that?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. "How 'bout we take a break?" He suggested. "We're not getting anywhere."

Dean turned his head slightly and studied his younger brother. Normally Sam wouldn't quit until they cracked a case, that or Dean threatened to throw his laptop out of the speeding impala. Clearly Sam was frustrated.

"Okay maybe you're right, maybe we need to leave it alone for awhile. I got to go anyway. I promised a certain eight-year-old a ride in the coolest car in the world."

"Have fun," Sam said.

Sam was frustrated. Frustrated that regardless of the number of aspirin he consumed, they did nothing to ease the pain in his head that was pulsating with his heartbeat. After waking up feeling under the weather, he had tried to tell himself everything to justify why he wasn't feeling well: lack of sleep, too much caffeine, or not enough. But, he was running out of reasons and feeing worse by the minute. Truth be told, it had taken all that he had not to vomit while under the scrutiny of his brother's gaze. The second Dean left to pick Ben up from school, Sam had escaped to the bathroom his stomach terribly uneasy and threatening to betray him at any moment.

After being revisited by everything he had eaten in the past twenty-four hours, Sam, drained of his energy leaned back against the shower stall, his damp bangs falling into his eyes. Summoning every ounce of his strength, He stood up and pulled open the medicine cabinet. Locating a thermometer, he stuck it under his tongue. Minutes later, it beeped shrilly and Sam removed it.

"Crap," Sam muttered.

103.7 The numbers told him what Sam already knew. He was screwed.