Chapter Four: Pervs, Teens, and Tricksters
Dean swerved around into a parking spot and walked quickly to the door of the karate studio. There was a front desk with a pretty secretary sitting behind it and Dean sauntered toward her.
"Why hello there," Dean smirked.
"Save the flirting. Who are you here to pick up?" the girl asked sharply.
"Uh, Rebecca," Dean replied.
"Rebecca who? There's more than one Rebecca in this town you know," Secretary Lady said with a note of suspicion.
"Rebecca Summers?" Dean tried. Secretary Lady looked away and clicked away at the keyboard.
"I'm sorry, there doesn't seem to be a Rebecca Summers enrolled here," she said, eyebrows raised.
"Try Rebecca Samuel," he tried again. Secretary Lady typed. Again, nothing.
After the 5th try, the girl said, "Listen mister, for all I know you could be some child predator! So, kindly leave or wait for the girl to come out."
Right before Dean could reply saucily, Rebecca came out from another door, adjusting her black belt on her uniform.
"Rebecca! Please tell this lady you know me!" Dean exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh! He's that guy my mom got a restraining order on!" Rebecca yelled. Secretary Lady looked ready to call the cops. In fact, Dean was sure she was reaching for the phone.
"She's just joking! Tell her you're just joking Rebecca!" Dean said pleadingly. Rebecca's face split into a grin and Dean rolled his eyes.
"It's all right Julie. I know him. I really am joking. Serves him right for being late anyway," Rebecca said. Secretary Lady, or apparently Julie, looked relieved and stopped reaching for the phone.
"Sorry about that," Dean said, "My bro and I were just scoping out the town."
"I guess I can forgive you...if you turn up Teenage Wasteland by The Who as loud as possible on the car ride home," Rebecca smirked. Teenage Wasteland was Dean's least favorite song by The Who as Rebecca had discovered on the drive there. It was Rebecca's favorite. Dean rolled his eyes but agreed grudgingly.
"Out here in the fields! We fight for our meals!" Rebecca was smiling as she belted out Teenage Wasteland. Dean couldn't help but smile too.
"Hold the singing for a second while I call Sam okay Becca?" Dean asked as he turned down the music. Rebecca nodded.
"Sam, hey, you found anything yet?" Dean asked.
"Nothing much, although I do have the sinking suspicion that we're not dealing with a witch," Sam said on the other line.
"What do you think is causing it then?"
"My guess is a trickster," Sam sighed.
"Wonderful."
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long! Thanks for the reviews! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon!