Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or Supernatural. They belong to the CW/WB or whatever they want to call it now and far more talented people than me. The only thing that's mine is Lacey and believe me, she wishes she weren't.

Apologies for not getting this out sooner, but I was distracted by shiny objects. Damn Star Wars kick and Kingdom Hearts 2.. I also apologize any blatant mistakes.

Part 14: Everybody's Fool

"You guys have to be kidding me."

"Do we look like we're kidding?"

"I'm not doing that!"

"You're going to do it and you're going to like it."

"Like hell I am! Do I look like one of your little lust bunnies?"

"Of course not. You're lacking in th- OW! Why did you hit me for?"

"You were being rude."

"Oh, come on! She left herself open for it."

"Just like most of your dates."

"Am I going to have to hit you too?"

"That depends. Can I-"

"No."

"But I-"

"NO."

"… You suck."

"I thought that's what you did. OW!"

"Ha ha. He-OW! Damn it!"

"I should have been an only child."

I sighed inwardly as I walked up the sidewalk in my black heels. I knew they'd be handy. I was wearing a simple business suit and my hair was pulled back in one of those severe looking buns. You know, the ones where you think the woman has a stick shoved up her ass. I was going to kill them for this. I really was. While they were off playing cops and robbers, they left me to take care of some other information.

I stopped and gazed at the elementary school in front of me. Dean, yes Dean, had found that at least two of the skinner victims over the past year were children attending the local elementary school. I placed my best serious, yet bitchy, expression on my face as I strode purposely up the steps and into the front doors.

Ah. The smell of grade school education slapped me in the face and made me wish for happier times. Like recess, art projects, and the wonders of student of the week. The sound of my heels echoed off the empty halls as I made my way toward the main office. Once there, I practically sneered at the poor secretary at the desk while pushing my glasses up on my nose.

"My name is Eleanor Whitmore. I'm with the State School Board office." I knew right then and there that if I ever had kids, this was going to bite me in the ass. The clueless looking secretary, which I thanked God for, stared blankly at me, her mouth open. "I'd like to speak to Principal McKeon. Now."

The poor woman blinked as she stiffened in her seat. "Do you have an appointment?"

"When it concerns the very nature of our children's safety, I think an appointment is the least of your problems."

Oh my god. McKeon was boring. Completely. Utterly. I was close to reaching over the desk and strangling him with my bare hands. He went on and on about how children were safe here and that they were hiring a security guard this week.. You could tell he was full of it. He was trying to smooth talk his way out of a bad situation.

Buddy, you had no idea how bad it was.

There was a soft knock as the secretary stood in the doorway. "Excuse me, sir, but Kenny Prince and Timmy Martin got into another fight. The nurse has them in her office."

McKeon practically leapt out of his seat. "I'd better take care of this. Please, wait here, Ms.Whitmore. I'll be back as soon I can."

Then the two were gone. Apparently the secretary didn't want to be near me either. I stood up and rushed over to the file cabinet. Please don't be locked, please don't be..

Ooh. Watch that drawer slide open. Such lack in security here. I'd be annoyed if it weren't working in my favor. I started looking through the files, trying to find the ones of the dead kids.

Margaret Fenton and Eric Spencer. One second grader and a kindergartner. God. What the fuck.

With the files in hand, I looked around for a copy machine. I wasn't too worried. If I couldn't find or use it, I'd just use my camera. But yay! One right in the main office. I rushed over and got to work on copying the files, making sure to pay attention to any sounds coming from the hall.

Nothing happened.

Lady luck must have liked me today. I even had time to put the files back where I got them. I slipped back into my seat just as I heard the principal and his secretarial shadow return. I scowled outwardly. Look pissed and grouchy. I needed to get out of here.

"Ah, I'm sorry about the wait. You know ho-"

"Quite." I said stiffly and stood up. I glowered at him. "I believe this is the part where I say I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"Oh.." He swallowed nervously. "Leaving already?"

"I've wasted enough time waiting on you to take the board's concerns seriously. I'll be letting them know what I found out." I added a little 'hmph' sound and headed for the doors. "Good day, Mr. McKeon."

I hated our motel. I really hated it. Just for once on this stupid 'adventure' I'd like a place with a kitchen. Sure, I couldn't cook, but I was already sick of eating out.

Plus my wallet was mewing unhappily. I couldn't help but wonder if we could get a place with a stove for Thanksgiving. A little much to ask, I know. But I've cooked a Thanksgiving meal in my day. Not that any of us really had anything to be thankful for. … Ok, maybe I could get away with whining for one around Christmas time.

I guess my bitter hatred for the motel was the reason I was sitting on the sidewalk outside the door. I was sucking on a Strawberries & Cream Chupa Chups Creamy Pop as I looked through my stolen goods. Suckers rocked.

The files themselves weren't anything impressive. By that I meant, nothing stood out. I think the boys sent me to do this just to get out of their hair. If that were the case, I was going to shave their heads in their sleep.

Or at least pretend I could.

But I still had a nagging feeling right at the pit of my stomach. I pulled out Margaret's file again and stared at the black and white Xerox of her photo. Her smiling face was wide eyed and innocent.. But all I could see was blood matted in her hair and her skin littered in a pile at her feet.

Oh god. I hated my mind.. And did that.. I took my lollipop out of my mouth as I stared at the copied photo. There was something familiar about her..

"Do you want to see something fun?"

I stiffened as I thought back to the tv in Maplewood. The dream of the kids playing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her eyes.. They were the same.

She smiled at me from the picture and then her hand lifted in front of her face. Margaret giggled and made a 'shh' gesture.

And then I screamed as I felt myself being dragged into the room behind me. I landed on the bed as the door slammed shut, leaving me in shadows and little light.

Laughter filled the room. Children's laughter.

"We get to play all the time now."

"Don't you like it?"

"She's winning now, but I bet you'll beat her!"

"That's why we chose you."

I pulled myself up on the bed as small hands started reaching out to me. I tried not to cry out at their cold clammy touches.

"We want to win again."

A tiny hand clamped onto my wrist and pulled me back down. I found myself staring into a pair of demonic yellow eyes that looked out of place on the little boy they belonged to. He didn't say a word. Little Eric Spencer just stared at me coldly. I grabbed his hand with my free hand and his eyes widened as he let out a howl of pain.

He let me go and stumbled back, the hand I'd grabbed was now smoking as tears streamed down his face. The laughter faded into whispers of shock and we stared at each other.

I didn't know what the hell just happened, but I didn't dare take my eyes off of him. Not now.

He wailed and pointed at me with his burnt hand. "You're a bad person. Just like them. Like her." His eyes were filled with a bitter hatred I'd never seen before. "When we win.. I'm gonna get you."

Just like that, he was gone.

The laughter and whispers were gone.

I was alone in the room again. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands. What had I done to hurt..

My ring. Its eyes were glowing, but even as I stared with a slight hope that it was going to send me home, they dimmed. Whatever just happened, it had hurt him.

It did it.

I just wish I knew what it was it did. I shook my head and slid off the bed, heading back to the door. Air. Needed air. Those kids.. They were.. Oh god. Something made them this way. They should have been alive, playing in the park or even resting peacefully in the afterlife. Not this.. Just.. It wasn't right. Just.. They were children.

I swung the door open just in time to see Sam and Dean picking up the scattered papers on the sidewalk. The looked up at me with frowns on their faces and I nervously bit down on my bottom lip. God, I felt so cold from where they touched me.

"Is it normal for you to leave things all o-Oof!" Dean found himself stunned into silence I think. Maybe it was because I was now clinging on to him like a lifeline. "Most people need to breathe."

Only if you weren't one of the bad guys, Mr. Winchester. Because then all you needed was someone to slowly drive mad.

I think they were doing a good job on me.