Author: Magicsunbeam
"All I'm saying is getting freaky about it isn't going to help."
"Freaky?" Dean retorted. "Sure. Let's not get freaky about it. I mean; it's an everyday thing to have some crazy spirit try to kill you."
Sam closed his eyes in frustration. "Dean, I already told you. She didn't try to kill me. She wanted me to feel what she went through."
Equally frustrated, Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, I think it was a little more than that. You stopped BREATHING, you jerk!"
"It was only for a couple of seconds."
"Only because I was there to get you going again!" Dean claimed.
Sam rubbed his sternum and grinned. "Yeah, thanks for that."
Dean threw up his hands in exasperation, but the gesture was lost when he couldn't stop a smile chasing across his face.
"Okay. What now?" Sam asked.
Dean thought for a minute and then sighed. "Now, I think we forget pixies and fairies. Something's going on in that thick head of yours, and if we don't find out what it is, chances are it's going to get you killed."
Berkshaw public library was just like any other public library the boys had ever been in, but in Dean's eyes, it had one major difference. Instead of the overweight, grumpy librarian, Bershaw had a slim, pretty blonde who wasn't afraid to flirt with the customer.
"What can I do for you, gentleman?" the girl asked, furiously batting her blue eyes at Dean.
Sam grinned. Maybe his brother would get lucky today?
"Hi. We need to look at your news archives from between 1980 and 1988." Dean answered, leaning casually on the counter.
"Sure," the girl replied, giving him the kind of smile that would light up any room. She came out from behind the counter and lead the boys to the back of the library.
"Everything you need is on here," she said, patting a machine. "You know how to use it?"
Before Dean could answer, Sam cut in. "Yes. Thank you. You've been very helpful."
The girl turned a scowled. "Okay. Whatever." Then turned a stalked off.
Sam grinned. "I think you scored, man."
Dean watched the girl walking away and grinned back. "Yeah." He replied before shaking himself. "Okay. Let's take a look. You're sure this ghost was wearing stuff you'd place in the 80's?"
"Absolutely." Sam confirmed. "It's a fashion era all on it's own."
"Kay." Dean said, pulling up a chair and flicking the machine on. "Let's find Miss Mystery."
Two hours later Sam found what he was looking for.
"Dean."
The older Winchester looked up from his father's journal. "What? You have something?"
"I have her." Sam replied, moving over to allow his brother onto the machine.
"Kindergarten teacher murdered." He read aloud. "The body of 29 year old Caitlin O'Brien was found in Ellis Road playground yesterday. Police say she'd been strangled."
Dean looked at the picture next to the article. The woman had been beautiful with long, flowing hair and strikingly bright eyes.
"Is that her?" he asked.
Sam nodded, rubbing his throat unconsciously. "Yeah. No doubt about it. You think she's looking for me to find her killer?"
Dean snorted. "This isn't the X-Files, dude. Besides, it says here in a later article that they arrested a vagrant for her murder. Clayton Reed. He confessed to the murder and at the time of printing was awaiting sentencing by the courts."
"So what the hell does she want?" Sam asked irritably.
"I have no idea, Sammy, but I think we ought to start a little researching. Maybe dad's journal has some clue as to what's happening to you?"
Dean turned off the machine and gathering up the journal headed for the door.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" The librarian asked as the boys passed the desk.
Dean gave her a big smile. "I did, thanks. You were a big help."
Sam almost laughed out loud when the girl blushed and started wringing her hands. Somehow she didn't seem the coy type. Dean sensed Sam's amusement and shoved him out of the door, still smiling at the girl as he went.
As with the library, Bershaw's Whistle Stop diner was like most others. Plastic topped tables surrounded by fake leather booths, on black and white tiles. Sam and Dean were in a booth furthest away from the coming and goings of the busy counter. Sam was looking through the journal, while Dean had the laptop open and was scanning the internet. Both had a plate in front of them and were chewing absently on fries.
Sighing, Dean pushed the laptop away. "Have you found anything?"
"Nope." Sam replied without looking up. "You?"
"Nah."
"There is no mention of anything even remotely like my visions in here." Sam said, turning another page. "What the hell do we do now?"
Dean frowned. " A few hours ago you were the one telling me not to freak out."
"Yeah, man, but that was before you mentioned this thing in my head might be enough to kill me."
"Missouri." Dean said suddenly, over riding his brothers concern.
"Missouri? As in; Mosely?"
"Yeah, Sammy. If anyone knows what the problem is, I'd put money on Missouri Mosely."
Sam thought about it. "You could have a point. You think we should ring her?"
"Yeah, but I think we should go to back to Lawrence and ask her about it in person."
Sam nodded his agreement.
"There's just one thing I want to try before we go." Dean said.
"What's that?" Sam asked as he picked up and fry and pushed it into his mouth.
"Christo."
As he said the word, Sam's face twisted horribly and his body stiffened and then stilled.
"Shit!" Dean cursed, automatically reaching a shotgun that wasn't there.
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