Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Chapter 10 Melinda's Room
Sam and Dean were happy and for a short period of time had shed their cares. Their chatter continued until they reached Melinda's room. There all chatter stilled and the hunters leaped to the fore searching for clues.
The room was fairly large at least 15 x 15 Sam guessed. It was decorated in white, blue and yellow.
Dean wrinkled his nose; it was definitely a girl's room all flowery and filled with candles. A short distance away he heard Sam chuckled and turned to see what had amused him. Dean snorted in disgust; there on the back of the door were posters of Tom Welling and Chad Michael Murray.
So the Homecoming queen had a crush on some TV hotties, how typical, he growled silently.
Slapping Sam's shoulders, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled maliciously stating, "Just your type?"
Sam scowled turning away; his brother's taunt didn't deserve an answer. Even though it made him want to slap the guy upside his head.
They searched for several minutes but didn't find a single clue that would help them.
Pointing toward the attached bathroom Dean nodded at Christy asking "May I."
"Sure," she answered.
The bathroom was decorated in the same blue and yellow shades as the bedroom and Dean wrinkled his nose at the flowery scent. Girlie stuff, but it didn't stop him from doing a thorough search. Sighing heavily he turned toward the linen closet and opened the door.
A dark shadow flitted through the mirror behind him. A shiver coursed down his back. Dean felt malicious eyes upon him. Turning quickly he searched for the source. The feeling disappeared as abruptly as it had come. Dean shook himself mumbling beneath his breath, "You're getting paranoid, old man."
"Getting?" Sam chuckled sticking his head in the door.
"Go suck an egg," Dean grumbled but it didn't stop him from searching the mirror. He stared in horror when his eyes caught the spot of strawberry jam on his collar.
Sam laughed and turned away.
Growling Dean pulled at his collar and licked at the offending jam.
Christy leaned against the door, wrinkling her brow at his antics. "Dean," she admonished. Shaking her head she walked forward and scrubbed at the small spot with a washcloth. When she was finished she stepped back her body language a picture of dejection. "Nothing," she asked quietly.
Sam shared a glance with Dean before he spoke, "Nothing, I'm sorry, but we're not giving up. The sheriff is going to let us into the school. We need to take a look at the room where Melinda was hurt."
"When," Christy asked hopefully.
"We're headed there next," Sam offered immediately regretting offering the information when Christy demanded.
"I'm going with you."
She held up her hand as Dean started to argue. "Melinda is my sister!"
Dean took a deep breath and blew it out quickly knowing it wasn't going to do any good to argue with her. Her mind was set on being there. If she didn't go with them, she would go it alone and more than likely get into trouble. Dean would rather have her where he could keep an eye on her.
