Kristi brushed her beautiful long brown hair as she pounced around the room listening to her favorite song. She was spending the night at her best friend Anna's house for the weekend and the two were playing on having some friends over for the night. Kristi's parents worked the night shift and cautioned the girls not to have any strangers over, in light of the recent kidnappings, but the girls weren't worried, after all nothing bad ever happened to popular girls.
"Turn it up girl!" Anna danced around the room. "Ooooo, this my jam!"
Kristi penned her back hair as she raised the volume on her computer. "Right! I'm so glad Missy's back."
"Right!" Anna laughed and plopped in front of her vanity to put on a little make-up.
At the window peering in there were two shadows, neither of the girls noticed, because they were too busy chatting. The latch was open, and the window slowly slid up. Kristi popped backwards to the bet of the song, unware of the figure behind her.
"Gotcha!" A man grabbed her.
Kristi screamed. "Oh my gosh Simon! You jerk!" Kristi slapped his hand away.
Simon laughed and climbed through the window. "Sorry, didn't mean to scream you."
His friend Nathaniel was not far behind, carrying a six-pack. "Ladies, I brought booze."
"Nat!" Anna ran to her boyfriend. "You goofball, if my daddy finds out you're going to get it."
Nathaniel pecked Anna on the cheek and winked. "But yo daddy's not here is he?"
Anna giggled and cuddled in her boyfriend's arms.
Kristi brought in the bagel bites and sat them on the floor. "Netflix and Grub?" She winked at Simon showing off her butt in her tight short pajama bottoms.
"Yeah!" Simon slapped her ass and took a bagel bite. "Hey, this Saturday the boys on the varsity team are having a secret party."
"Oh?" Anna looked at Nathaniel.
Nathaniel kissed his girl. "And only cute girls are invited. So bring your friends."
"Will do!" Both the girls said in unison.
Sam woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping at his window. It was a nice change to the arguments he would sometimes hear in motels between owner and guest. The place smelled fresh and clean, like a home and it felt good too. He got dressed and decided to take a trip to the school after breakfast. He headed to the same diner he ate at yesterday, but was disappointed to find that the waitress that served him yesterday was not there. So he was left to eating alone, which he never really minded. He wasn't planning to stay long, but the town was so homely and pleasant, it was more like a mini vacation than a hunt. He paid and tipped his waitress and headed to his car, when someone snuck up behind him and put a gun to his side.
"Don't move, because you only got one shot." The gun pressed deeper into his side. "You're not FBI, who sent you?"
All Sam could tell was that the voice belonged to a woman, but that was it. He tried to turn his head, but a barrel of steel reminded him what his place was. "I'm not, I'm a hunter, I'm working on a case." He said honestly.
There was a long pause, but eventually the gun was pulled away. "David sent you?"
"Yeah." Sam turned around and was surprised to see that it was the same waitress from before.
"Hmp. Sam Winchester." JJ sized him up. "Now I see why they call you moose."
Sam laughed as he began to lower his guard and brushed off the comment. "JJ?"
"Jae'Mason Jenealle Smith." They shook hands. "JJ for short."
"Nice to finally meet you. So you called David about the case?"
"Yeah, get in the car." She hurried him along, she seemed uneasy around all the smiling faces and happy people. "Play it cool." She smiled at a coupled walking into the diner.
"Okay." Sam smiled and opened the door for her, then walked over to his.
"Where we heading?" She looked out the windows, making sure no one was watching them.
"Hold up." Sam stopped, he didn't want to bring on another green horn especially with his track record. "Do you know what we're hunting?"
"Not a clue, but I've been noticing some very strange things going on around here."
"Like?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"The people, they're changing."
Sam looked at her and narrowed his eyes. This was a line he had heard way too many times before. "Okay, well let's get started." He turned and pulled off. He headed for the school.
"So, are you really as bad ass as they say you are?" JJ had her doubts with pretty boys, they usually weren't worth the clothes they were wearing.
Sam shrugged. "Saved the world a few times." He turned and cracked a cocky half-smile.
"Hmp, right." She looked out the window, she seemed distant and cold and Sam knew there was a story there, so he had to ask.
"What about you?" Sam asked. She stayed quiet and kept her eyes on the window.
"Oh nothing special, moved out here to get some peace and quiet." JJ stared at him with the same look Dean would give him when he tried to avoid a subject.
Sam coughed nervously, but pressed on. "So, what made you want to become a hunter?"
JJ rolled her eyes. "You sure are talkative for a hunter. Why? You really FBI, asking all them questions?"
"Yeah, real official." Sam laughed, which seemed to break the ice a little.
"Well nothing special really, some demons killed half my family and the only one left was a grandma."
Sam was shocked but her blunt honest, but he pressed on. "Was?"
"Yeah, she died two years ago."
"I'm sorry." Sam furrowed his brow.
"Don't be. Turn here. Here!" She pointed
"Oh." Sam pulled into the school's parking lot. "How'd you know?"
JJ gave him a look, as if she were talking to a child. "The address is on your GPS."
"Oh!" Sam laughed, as he killed the engine. He smiled at her and nodded towards to the door. "Coming?"
"Nah, Imma chill right here." She glared past him. There was something about the school that she didn't trust, but Sam had lost all his nerve to ask and decided to go in on his own. When she was ready, he was sure she would open up to him. After all most hunters were never too quick to be trusting, especial when the thing they're hunting walks and talks like you.
"Okay." He felt bad about leaving her in the car, but with the heat she was packing she would be okay.
Even in this day it was rare to find female hunters. The road to becoming a hunter for many meant that you'd been dragged through hell and back and most took the job as a way to get back at the monsters that hurt them. Most hunters had nothing to go back to so Sam made it a point to stick together, because there was power in numbers. He could tell JJ was a loner, but maybe he could warm her up a bit, because she kind of reminded him of himself just starting out. He walked up the stony steps to the front door and opened it. It was class changing time and he was suddenly caught in a sea of high school students. He smiled and played it cool as he walked past the groups of teens and conversing teachers. He headed to the office, which was conveniently located right across the hall.
"Can I help you?" Said the busy office woman, she didn't spare Sam a glance as she pecked away on her keyboard.
Sam cleared his throat and flashed his badge. "I'm Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the FBI."
She stopped what she was doing and looked up. She was taken back at how handsome Sam was and flashed the biggest smiled she could manage. "Of course!" She stood enthusiastically and waved at Sam to follow her. "Mr. Davidson, our Principal, is out sick, so you'll have to speak to our Vice Principal, Mr. Winton." She smiled at Sam, undressing him with her eyes. "Is this about those two missing girls?"
"Yes ma'am." Sam nodded.
"Tragic isn't it." She put on her best sympathetic face, showing off her best side as she moved dramatically in front of Sam.
Sam nodded and looked past her, trying to hide how uncomfortable he was. "Yeah."
"Anyways, I hope you find them." She knocked on the door and a voice shouted enter. "Good luck." She winked as she walked away.
"Hi." Sam opened the door. There was an older looking man with black rectangular shaped glasses setting at a messy desk stacked with papers. Sam looked over the desk, it was covered in student files and personal reports.
"Can I help you?" The man looked a little frustrated and over worked.
"Yes, I'm Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the FBI, I'm here to talk with one of your students about the disappearance of two of your students, Lydia Horse and Casey Blake."
There was a change in the man's demeanor, he stared accusingly at Sam at first. "You don't think one of my students had something to do with it do you?"
"No, I just need to talk with Simon, he was being tutored by Lydia. I'd like to ask him if he saw any strange people wondering around her house in the past few weeks."
The Vice Principal glared at Sam, in a way that made Sam feel like he was being interrogated. "Of course. I'll call him right in." Mr. Winton picked up the phone, never once taking his eyes off Sam. "Yes, Miss Sheb, can you send Simon Glade to my office. Yes, thank you." Mr. Winton turned to Sam and smiled. "He'll be in shortly."
"Thank you." Sam nodded as he looked around. The office was a mess, it looked like someone was doing some reorganizing.
"He is a good kid."
"Huh? I'm sorry." Sam jumped as he looked back at Mr. Winton, who had the fakest smile on his face that Sam had ever seen. He was glowing, as the wrinkles that formed his smiled created valleys for the oils on his face and greasy slicked over hair.
"He's on the varsity basketball team and he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his opportunity to get a scholarship."
"I'm sure." Sam mumbled as he checked his watch, he wanted to get out of this stuffy office as soon as possible.
There was a light knock and Mr. Winton shouted for whoever it was to enter. "Simon." He stood and offered the boy a seat.
"What's up Mr. Winton." Simon looked at Sam and smiled nervously. He wasn't expecting another person to be here and it was clearly making him nervous.
"Please, don't be shy." Mr. Winton laughed a little too loud. "This is Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, he would like to talk to you about those two missing girls."
"Um, sure." Simon exchanged nervous looks between Mr. Winton and Sam. He took a seat next to Sam and swallowed hard. "Wha-what would you like to know sir?"
Mr. Winton forced a smile, Sam could tell he was nervous about something, but anyone would be nervous if the Feds marched in and started questioning your students.
"Simon, do you remember seeing any strange men lurking around Lydia's place? Or people who seemed to walk by her place a lot or strange cars you've never seen before parked across the street?"
Simon looked nervously at Mr. Winton.
"Go on Simon." Mr. Winton encouraged. "No one is in trouble here."
Simon nodded. "Um, no sir. I only went over for my lessons and left. I didn't see anyone weird, sorry."
"It's okay, thank you, you've been a big help." Sam reached in his jacket and handed Simon one of his business cards. "If you remember anything else, please don't hesitant to call. Okay?"
"Ye-yes sir! Thank you sir." Simon took the card and slipped it in his pocket.
"Thank you Simon, I'll see Mr. Hotchner out."
Mr. Winton walked Sam out and told him he would contact him if he noticed anything strange. Sam was grateful for their cooperation, but there was something about his rushed behavior that put Sam off. They shook hands and Sam headed back to the car. Back at the office, Simon wanted patiently for Mr. Winton to return. He was nervous and scared, with the Feds involved he wasn't sure if he could go through with his plan. Mr. Winton marched back into the office and locked the door. He turned around and growled, as his skin started to crack and turn a crusty white. His eyes changed colors as his pupils went black and his irises turned a milky blue.
"We must not let anyone interfere with our plan!" Mr. Winton hissed.
Simon looked scared as he swallowed hard. "Wha-what do we do now?"
Mr. Winton looked out the window at all the socializing students. "We've got to get rid of that fed." He growled.
Back at the car JJ waited patiently for Sam to return. She paid close attention to ever student and teacher walking past. She didn't trust a single one of them, something about this please made her skin crawl and her trigger finger itch. Sam returned to the car, a welcome relief for her.
"Find anything?" She asked as she looked around.
"Yeah maybe, the kid seemed clean, by the Vice Principal I'm not sure about."
JJ stared at Sam. "Someone up with him?"
"Not sure, he just seemed a little off, you know."
"Hmm." JJ nodded, but kept her thoughts to herself.
