Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 8 Discovery
Twenty minutes later the three men sat at Mike's desk perusing the files. Nothing seemed to jump out at them. It was Sam who spoke up breaking the silence. "What happened to Andrew, there's nothing in any of the files about him?"
"Andrew," Mike breathed out the word slowly. "Don't rightly know he spent some time in the hospital after the accident."
"What kind of injuries did he have," Sam asked.
Mike leaned back in his chair and the brothers could see the flicker of something in the sheriff's eyes as he tried to remember. Reaching for the phone Mike punched a couple of buttons waiting for the secretary to answer.
"Yes Sir," her quiet confident voice asked.
"Could you pull the file from the teenage accident three years ago?"
"Yes Sir," she purred before severing the connection.
Two minutes later the young woman knocked on the door. She didn't wait for a summons but opened the door and stepped in. Handing the manila folder to the Sheriff she asked quietly, "Is there anything else I can get you Sheriff?"
"Not at the moment Beth, thanks."
Beth was tiny and petite, her auburn hair braided down the back of her head was neat and tidy except for two wisps of curls hanging from each side of her face. Her tan uniform was crisp and the shirt and knee length skirt only accentuated her lithe form.
Turning back toward the door, her eyes flew over the two brothers and settled on Dean. A slow seductive smile touched her lips her eyes holding his as she slowly made her way out the door.
Dean watched her go, completely unaware of the other two men watching him. Sam swatted at his arm, pulling him abruptly back to reality. "Put it back in your pants Lothario, we have work to do," Sam chuckled.
Narrowing his eyes Dean shook his head mockingly at his brother, but a tinge of red crept into this cheeks.
Mike trying hard to ignore the situation did his best to hide the smile but failed miserably. "She's single and unattached," he whispered lowering his eyes to the file he still held.
Ignoring them Dean asked, "So what about Andrew?" There would be time for play later after this was done.
Pulling some pictures out of the file he placed them on the desk for Sam and Dean to see. "The car sideswiped a tree. Amelia wasn't wearing her seatbelt and was thrown through the window when it hit another tree a few feet away. Andrew was sitting behind her." Mike stopped and flipped a couple of pages looking for the information. "Ah here it is. Andrew's head slammed into the side window. The glass shattered when the car hit the first tree. The right side of his face was torn up pretty badly. He broke his right
shoulder, right kneecap and busted a couple of ribs. He spent a few weeks in the hospital."
Mike scratched his head a wry twist came to his lips as he tried to remember what happened to the teenager after his parents were killed.
"He lost everyone," Mike murmured quietly. "I heard his grandparents came for him but I don't know what happened to him after that."
"So no one seems to know where this kid is," Dean stated quickly.
"Correct," Mike mussed, "But I'm sure as hell going to find out!"
"Any chance we could get a look at the room where Melinda was attacked?"
Mike looked up quickly and nodded at Dean. They had only been in town a couple of hours. They were good, damn good detectives and had seen things he and the others had missed. They were outsiders; their emotions not yet entangled and had been able to look at all the pieces and at least breathed new life into a cold almost dead investigation.
"I'll have one of my deputies escort you out there in the morning." Standing up Mike held out his hand. "Thanks, you've given me a lot to look into and I do appreciate it."
"No problem Sheriff," Sam and Dean said together, "We only want to help."
