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Jack walked down the street to the town library deciding that research was a better way to spend her time than just waiting for the boys to come back from Tyler's house. She nodded politely at the librarian and kindly asked where sghe could find the computers.
She looked back through every town record and newspaper she could find in the system looking for a pattern similar to the current one in the town's history. When she found nothing she looked at newspaper clippings about the surrounding towns. Still nothing and her neck was starting to ache from craning it over a computer for over an hour. She kicked the desk irritably ignoring the dirty look she got from the librarian and logged off.
Dean pulled up in front of the nice blue two story house that Tyler lived in. It only took two sharp knocks for a harried looking woman in her mid-forties to answer. She plastered on a smile when she saw them standing on her doorstep, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
"Yes, may I help you?" She asked them. Dean heard the heavy pounding of a hammer coming from inside the house.
"Yes ma'am, my names John Nash, this is my partner Ray North, we're with the police," Dean said flipping out his fake detectives badge for her to inspect. "We'd like to speak with Tyler Banks, if he's home."
"Oh, of course." The woman stepped aside so they could come in. She led them to her living room with a staircase where the noise was more clear and gestured for them to take a seat.
"Would you like some coffee?" She asked raising her voice over the pounding coming form the upper level of the house.
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." Sam answered smiling at her. She disappeared through the doorway and returned moments later carrying a tray with three cups of coffee on it and cream and sugar.
"The police spoke to my son at the hospital. They said they had everything they needed to know." She said sitting down on the couch across from them.
"Yes, ma'am, but there have been some new developments we'd like to ask Tyler about." Dean said.
"Tyler had nothing to do with Aly's disappearance." She inisisted.
"We aren't saying that Mrs. Banks." Sam said soothingly, "We just want to know if he's remembered anything else that might be helpful."
The pounding stopped abruptly and they could hear someone shuffling around upstairs. Mrs. Banks started as it the noise continued after a measure of silence. Her hands were shaking as she reached for her cup of coffee.
"What's going on?" Dean asked pointing upward.
"Tyler is making a few repairs to his room." Mrs. Banks replied in a well rehearsed way, like she'd had to say it a dozen times already.
"DO you mind if we go up and talk to him?" Dean asked her. She looked at him warily for a moment.
"It might help him open up if he's in his comfort zone." Sam said hastily.
"Alright I suppose, but its going to be an awful mess in there." Mrs. Banks said slowly. Her eyes were filling with tears. The sounds of mumbling accompanied the loud banging now.
"We'll find our way up." Sam said gently patting her hand sympathetically. At her nod of approval they rose and made their way to the stairs. They turned left at the landing to follow the noise.
Tyler's bedroom door was side open showing the mess his mother had promised. Sam and Dean walked in cautiously looking around the disheveled room finding no one. Torn sheets and tools were scattered all over the bed, the room was dark because a heavy quilt had been nailed over the windows. Sam tapped Dean's arm and pointed to a dresser whose mirror was covered with a dark sheet in the same fashion.
"Looks like he's covering every reflective surface." Sam said quietly. Just then a frantic looking teenage boy came into the room.
"Who are you?" He asked. Tyler's brown hair was sticking up everywhere, his head bandaged up and he was sweaty and flushed.
"We're with the police, we have a few questions." Dean said frowning at the boy. He was holding a hammer in his right hand and looked about ready to hit one of them with it.
"I told you everything already." He said through clenched teeth. "Don't touch that!" He cried out dropping his hammer to the ground and yanking the sheet covering the mirror back down as Sam lifted it to inspect it.
"Woah, its okay. I won't touch it again." Sam said cautiously stepping back with his hands up. Dean picked up the hammer putting it out of the paranoid kid's reach.
"I know you don't believe me. No one believes me." He said smoothing the sheet back into place making sure every inch of glass was covered from view.
"Yes we do. Tell us one more time what you saw. So that we can help." Sam said talking slowly to him. Tyler looked him over sniffling, wiping sweat form his eyes.
"I need to get back to work." He said brushing past them to where he'd dropped his hammer.
"How bout you tell us what happened and I'll give this back to you." Dean said holding the hammer out for Tyler to see as he searched the ground franticly for it. Tyler made a mad grab for it but Dean held it just out of reach.
"Dean." Sam said in warning. Dean ignored him and continued to hold the tool mid air in front Tyler.
"Just a minute then you can keep going." Dean said in a commanding voice. Tyler looked from him and to Sam then at his hammer before nodding. He sat down on the only bare part of his bed and put his head in his hands, waiting for them to ask their questions.
"What were you doing when Aly was taken?" Dean asked leaning his back against the dresser with arms crossed over his chest so when Tyler looked at him he'd see his prize for cooperating.
"I w as standing outside the girl's bathroom, waiting to get back to the game. Aly didn't like walking through the hallways alone at night. She said it was creepy." Tyler began in a mechanical voice.
"Why did she think that? Had anything strange ever happened at your school before recently?" Sam asked.
"No. Nothing." Tyler answered still looking into his hands.
"Okay so you were waiting outside, then what?" Dean asked.
"I heard her scream my name, so I ran inside." Tyler said looking up at him. He looked tired and scared, eyeing the hammer Dean held like it was a life line.
"Then what?" Dean asked. Tyler shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.
"Please, Tyler, we need to know exactly what you saw we can find your girlfriend." Sam said kneeling down in front of him. He put his hand on Tyler's back in a supportive gesture.
"I-it was pulling her in….through the mirror." Tyler said distraught,
"And I tried…..I tried to get her back, I pulled and pulled but it was too strong and I…" His voice cracked and he started sobbing into his hands.
"Its alright. It wasn't your fault." Sam said trying to soothe the boy. Tyler was shaking his head crying into his hands.
"Tyler, Tyler." Dean called trying to get his attention. When Tyler finally looked up at him, his face beat red and wet with tears Dean offered the hammer with an outstretched hand. Tyler wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve and reached for it.
"Why are you doing this?" Dean asked holding onto the hammer longer to keep Tyler's attention on him.
"I won't let it get me." Tyler said surprised that it wasn't obvious to them.
Dean nodded in understanding and let go of the hammer. Tyler took a second to collect himself as much as he could before getting up, picking some nails out of his tool box and walking out of the room without another word to either of them. Sam stood and they followed the boy across the hall as he walked into a bathroom where he'd nailed a quilt over half the bathroom mirror before they interrupted.
"He's losing his mind." Dean whispered to Sam as Tyler mumbled over and over that 'It wasn't going to get him'. Sam nodded watching him till Dean tugged on his sleeve to follow his older brother down the stairs. Mrs. Banks was sitting in the same place they left her looking into nothing.
"She's losing it too." Dean said wincing when Sam elbowed him in the ribs.
"Um. Thank you very much Mrs. Banks. We'll be sure to call if we have any further questions." Dean said loudly to get her attention. She jumped and turned to look at them, nodding when his words sank in.
"Yes, please, anything to help the investigation." She said devoid of emotion.
"Alright then," Dean said glancing towards the front door. This whole family was starting to give him the creeps.
"Have a nice day, ma'am." Sam said nodding his head at her, following his brother as he walked swiftly out the door.
"Where'd you learn that 'comfort zone' stuff, Sam?" Dean asked as they walked to the car.
"School." Sam said shortly.
"Stanford offers classes in fake cop tactics?" Dean asked.
"No." Sam snapped.
"What crawled up your ass this time?" Dean demanded, one hand on the door handle.
"I just don't think holding the kid's hammer hostage was the best way to get him to talk to us." Sam told him.
"Got him to talk, didn't it?" Dean asked opening the car door ducking into the front seat before Sam could argue with him.
"You didn't even try anything else first." Sam said bringing the argument into the car.
"Like what?" Dean asked in frustration.
"I don't know, Dean, but the kid's girlfriend is missing, he's about to have a nervous break down, everyone thinks he gone crazy, you could've been a little more sensitive." Sam said looking straight ahead as they drove.
"Sensitivity doesn't always get the job done, Sammy." Dean said dismissively.
"Its Sam and you wouldn't know that would you?" Sam said pouting. Dean rolled his eyes, t hey were back to that shit again.
"Lets just meet up with Jack and find out what the fuck is going on." Dean said turning to where their hotel was.
Jack was sitting against the door to Sam and Dean's room, half asleep when they pulled up.
"Hey." Dean said stepping out of the car kicking her foot to wake her up. Jack blinked up at him and rose her feet, dusting herself off.
"Hey." She retorted stepping out of the way as Sam pushed past her to open the door.
"What's wrong with him?" Jack asked Dean frowning.
"I'm an insensitive jerk." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"What's new? Did you forget an anniversary or call him fat or something?" Jack joked.
"I can hear you guys, you know." Sam called starting up his computer.
"Thanks for clarifying that." Dean called back walking inside with Jack in tow.
"How was the kid?" Jack asked taking a seat on the edge of Dean's bed closest to the front door.
"You mean aside from being buckets of crazy?" Dean asked sitting down at the table across from Sam.
"He's not crazy, he's traumatized." Sam said defensively.
"He's nailing sheets over anything with a reflection and talking to himself." Dean pointed out.
"If I saw what he did I probably would too." Sam told him.
"No, if you saw what did you'd do what you were trained to do and shoot the bitch." Dean said.
"Boys, boys, if you're gonna fight at least do t he decent thing and take your shirts off first." Jack said trying to break the tension in the room.
Both men turned to look at her and she winked at them giving t hem each a once over. Dean snorted a laugh and Sam shook his head in amazement. But it had the desired effect. They stopped arguing and the three sat in comfortable silence as Sam typed into the search engine, trying to find anything that matched what they were looking for.
"Hm." He said looking at the screen after a few minutes.
"Hm what?" Dean asked looking up from their dad's journal, which he'd left with them when they last parted ways.
"There are a couple things here it could be, but I think we need to know a little more about the victims before we can narrow it down." Sam said reading over the web pages.
"Well, whatcha got so far?" Dean asked. Jack rose from the bed to look over Sam's shoulder at what he found.
"The usual Bloody Mary stuff," Sam said skimming the pages.
"We know that's not it." Dean said.
"How?" Jack asked.
"Already got rid of her." Dean told her.
"Really? I thought t hat was a myth." Jack said.
"Nope." Dean said.
"A form of Succubus that seduces it victims through mirrors." Sam continued.
"That could be fun." Jack said turning her attention back to the screen.
"What else Sam?" Dean asked.
"A spirit sucks the life out of people with mirrors." Sam read on.
"And I found something in Dad's journal about an old spell that used to be used to trap things in a mirror. Doesn't say if it can be used on people though. Doesn't say much of anything on it actually." Dean said closing the book. Sam nodded and clicked on a few more pages.
"This is getting to be a long list. What do we need to know to narrow it down?" Dean asked coming around the table to look at the computer too.
"Well, for these their basically opposites, the succubus is drawn to uh, sexual energy." Sam said clearing his throat a little. Dean had to resist the urge to tease his little brother, but made a mental note to do so later.
"And the other?" Jack asked.
"The spirit feeds on virgins, usually female, it says." Sam said looking intently at the screen.
"What's that one called?" Jack asked seeing a big word she couldn't pronounce if she tried.
"A Schneewittchen." Sam answered.
"Geeze, if I had a name like t hat I'd be pissed too." Dean joked.
"So what now, we ask around some more and find out if the boys in town are getting any?" Jack asked sitting back down on the bed.
"And I'm the insensitive one, she wants to go ask hammer boy if he got laid before his girl was grabbed." Dean teased. Sam rolled his eyes and thought about what they should do.
TBC…………………………………….
