Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 3 Fremont High School,
Police Cars with light flashing were parked around the front entrance of the school. An ambulance, lights flashing was pulling away from the curb as they drove up. Rifling through the glove box Dean pulled out two identification badges. Attaching one to his shirt he handed the other to Sam before getting out of the car.
Crossing the parking lot Dean tapped a young man on the shoulder asking, "What's going on was there a bomb threat?"
The young man jumped beneath his touch. Wide wild eyes snapped up to stare at Dean. He looked ready to flee.
Taking a deep breath the teenager replied quickly. "Someone attacked a girl in one of the classrooms. Guess she was beaten pretty badly. That was her they took away in the ambulance."
"Can you tell me her name," Sam prompted quietly.
"Melinda Thompson."
Dean tipped his head his voice dropping low as he asked. "She wouldn't by any chance be this years Homecoming Queen?"
"Yeah how'd you know that? It's got everyone spooked. First Joe now Melinda gets beat up, same thing happened last year. Creepy man, really creepy, the young man shivered for effect and turned away breaking into a jog trot as he headed away from the school.
"What do you make of that," Dean asked cautiously.
"I think we got here just a little too late," Sam answered quietly.
Notebook and pencil in hand the duo sauntered up to the police line and flashed their badges. A tall heavy set officer stopped them before they could duck under the yellow tape.
"Where do you two think your going," he asked in annoyance.
"Reporters," Dean replied arrogantly as if that one word would gain him entrance to the White House Oval office.
"Sorry, until the Sheriff says so this place is off limits."
"Come on," Dean cajoled. "There's a big story here, with those two students last year before the homecoming game. It happened to the Erickson boy a week ago now the Thompson girl? Who's got a grudge against these teenagers officer? What about those two students last year."
Dean and Sam saw the officer sigh, but the look on his face was implacable. He wasn't going to be moved. The school was off limits.
"Go talk to the Sheriff, but I'm not letting you through without his ok."
Dean was not about to go talk to the Sheriff, their cover as "Reporters" was too thin if anyone decided to check, but he had to make it look good. "So where is the Sheriff?"
With a sly little smile the officer pointed to the school. "He's in there with the detectives."
Screwing his face into a 'ha ha, that was funny' look, Dean saluted the officer before moving down the line.
"Do you think who ever did this is still inside," Sam asked quickly.
"The cops aren't taking any chances. Even a mouse would have a hard time getting out of that place unseen." He didn't need to tell Sam it wasn't flesh and blood that had perpetrated this crime, and they had many ways to get in and out of places.
Dean stared at the building and the chaotic mass of dark blue uniforms that scurried in and out. He could read their faces, their surprise and confusion. This incident like the three before it was beyond their powers of reasoning. Other forces were at work here, forces they were unable to comprehend.
Dean scanned the area in front of the school. Most of the teenagers seemed scared and confused by the events taking place. Teachers were huddled in small groups keeping one eye on the school the other on their pupils. He saw one young man walking across the parking lot to stand alone on the grass. He was taller than average, his hair a dark chestnut brown pulled back off his forehead. His face was hard to read, but Dean saw much more than he should have. A smile was pasted on the thin lip, his eyes harsh and unyielding as he watched the coming and going from the beleaguered school.
Something wasn't right Dean could feel it, but he couldn't put his finger on it as he watched the tall figure. The face seemed somehow familiar, but he just couldn't seem to place it.
He must have felt Dean's gaze on him. Slowly he turned to face him the icy gaze stabbed into Dean but was wiped away as quickly as it had come. Dean wondered if he had imagined that look as he saw the sad smile on the youth's face and the tears streaking down his cheeks.
He continued to watch until a hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
"We need to get in that building," Sam whispered.
"How, that building is going to be off limits for days after this," Dean muttered.
Sam shrugged but his mind already at work.
"First we wait until things settle at the hospital then we go visit our homecoming queen Melinda, if she's conscious maybe she can tell us what happened. You take the hospital I need to do some research at the library," Sam told him, "Let's see what the local newspapers have to say about all this."
"You got it," Dean answered quickly but his eyes stayed glued on the lone figure as he got behind the wheel of the car.
It wasn't until they were out of sight that the young man's gaze changed. The angry spiteful smile returned. Hate filled his eyes as he stared after the car. He would remember the faces of the two men, they meant to cause trouble, and in this he was the only one allowed to cause trouble. He had seen them arrive, and knew their interest was more than just curiosity. Their presence had piqued his interest he would need to keep his eye on them especially the one who had caught his eye. He shivered as he remembered the intense gaze upon Him. Danger lurked in that hawk like gaze.
