Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 4 Fremont Public Library
Dean headed for the hospital three blocks away while Sam headed for the front desk of the town library, waiting patiently while the librarian helped a young teenager check out several books.
"Can I help you young man," the woman asked quietly.
Sam stepped up to the counter a broad smile on his handsome face, "Yes ma'am, I'm looking for copies of the local newspaper from the last couple of years."
The librarian looked at him curiously. Something about this young man stirred her interest. He looked older than most of the libraries current occupants, College age she would have guessed and wondered what he was doing in their little town. The way his gaze was darting around the room she wondered if he was hiding something. Curious she asked, "What are you looking for young man, anything I can help you with?"
Sam's gaze flashed to meet hers but his answer was evasive and if she had to guess untruthful when his eyes dropped to his hands. "Just some research for a story I'm writing."
She huffed but held her scathing retort; she had no way of knowing for sure what he was up too. But from his body language alone he was on the defensive and being very evasive. "Copies of the newspapers are on microfiche. You can find them in the reference section near the back of the library on the left. Microfiche machine are along the wall."
"Thank you Ma'am," Sam uttered quickly flashing her a quick smile as he hurried away. He swore beneath his breath, she was suspicious, why didn't he just tell her the truth that he was investigating the mysteries surrounding the High School Homecoming Kings and Queens. Dean was rubbing off on him but he wasn't the actor his brother was.
He didn't blame his brother; most people would have thought them both ripe for the Looney bin if they knew the truth about what they did. They were hunters of the darkness, defenders of the weak and innocent. Sam chuckled; it would sure make for a great movie script.
But sometimes it was easier to hide and lie than have people laugh or turn away in fear, but he sometimes had to wonder if Dean could tell the truth from the lies these days. He'd been doing it for so long it had become part of him. Shaking off the frustration Sam made his way to the reference section. It wasn't hard to find what he was looking for. The dates were consistent from year to year. The Homecoming game and dance took place the third weekend in October – next weekend, he mussed silently.
It didn't take Sam long to find what he needed. The first incident happened three years ago. Erik Robinson and Amelia Grayson were the first couple, but this couple was different. A car accident on the way home from the dance claimed 2 lives. Two couples had been in the car when it had skidded on the wet road and flipped over. Amelia died several weeks later from injuries sustained in the accident. Erik, the homecoming King had been killed instantly his neck broken. Amelia hadn't been wearing a seat belt, her head had flown into the windshield shattering it and crushing her skull. The other couple, Andrew Grayson Amelia's brother and his date Rebecca Weldon had survived but both had sustained serious injuries. Andrew had been seriously injured. Rebecca had cracked her skull and even now lay in a nursing home deep in a coma.
No one knew why the car went off the road. Many had speculated, saying that a patch of black ice had caused the car to skid out of control or a wild animal possibly a deer had jumped in front of the car, but no evidence had ever been found, the lone survivor wouldn't or couldn't remember the events of that night. The authorities had ruled it a tragic accident.
Sam already knew the names of the next Homecoming King and Queen that had been attacked. They had both fallen into comas - cause unknown. Now Melinda laid in a hospital bed the eighth victim to succumb. He prayed they could find out what was creating this havoc before the young teenagers died. Sam knew it was only a matter of time. He needed more information. What had caused the accident? Had someone had a grudge against the kids? Wondering if the townspeople would talk about the tragedies he sighed and headed back to the desk.
"Ma'am can I ask you a couple of questions," he asked hopefully.
The librarian turned to face him raising one eyebrow skeptically hesitating slightly before answering. "Go ahead," she told him.
"You've probably heard that another young woman was injured over at the high school today, Melinda Thompson this year's Homecoming Queen."
"Yes, such a shame," the librarian answered shaking her head. "If that's what you're researching I'm not sure I can add much more to what the newspapers have to say."
"This is the third year in row, I can't think of a single person who would have a grudge against these kids," she answered sorrowfully. "They were all good kids; most of them come into the library at least once a week. They would study here, do research."
"What about jealousy?"
"I don't know son, I never heard of anything like that. I know those Grayson kids were a little stuck up and having all that money would tend to make people jealous."
"The Grayson's," Sam asked quickly, "That would be Amelia and Andrew?"
"They were a handful those two, Amelia was a beautiful girl. Did you know that she won a modeling contract? She was going to be famous one day that girl. Her family was devastated when she died. It's a shame what happened to them."
"What happened," Sam asked cautiously watching the librarian as she looked away out the window rolling the information over in her mind.
"Her parents were killed, murdered the sheriff said, two months after Amelia died. They said it was a robbery, all the money and jewelry they had in the house was stolen, both were beaten to death."
"Where did this happen?"
"In their home, in the middle of the night, the sheriff said someone broke in killed them and stole everything."
"What about their son?"
"Andrew, huh," she huffed lightly. "Don't know what happened to the boy. "He was a strange one, never saw him without his sister."
It was an innocent remark but Sam filed it away for further use.
"Guess he moved away heard his grandparents came down for him. They put the house on the market but no one wanted to buy a house where people were murdered." She shivered for effect.
An elderly man shuffled up to the counter holding several books. The librarian sighed again saying, "I hope you find what you're looking for young man. It's a shame, a damn shame, this town use to be so peaceful."
"Thank you Ma'am, you've been a big help," Sam replied, but the librarian had already moved off.
He stood at the counter for several seconds contemplating the information. Was the parents' death just a coincidence? Heading back to the reference section he hunted for the articles. It didn't take him long to find them. "Murdered as they prepared for bed," the article stated. But the police had never found the murderer. No trace of who had perpetrated the crime, just a broken lock on the back door.
It didn't feel right, nothing about this whole mess felt right, he mussed silently. They had bits and pieces of information but nothing to tie the mess together. Grumbling beneath his breath he made his way out of the library and walked the three blocks to the hospital.
