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"You know when you learn to use your telekinesis, it'll be easier to do this kind of stuff." Jack mused as they waited for Dean to pick the flimsy lock on the school doors. It was after midnight and they'd come armed with the EMF and guns loaded with rock salt.

"It was a one time thing." Sam told her.

"Stuff like that's never one time only." Jack told him.

"Got it, lets hurry up and get this done." Dean said pushing the double door open. Jack walked in before Sam could argue with what she'd told him.

They prowled the darkened halls carefully, flashlights in hand. The EMF went off as soon as they entered the building. Jack heard a noise and turned down a corridor to see what it might've been, but was pulled back by Dean.

"We don't spilt up." He told her.

"Sorry, used to going it solo." Jack shrugged. She led them to the girl's bathroom. The EMF went berserk when t hey crossed the threshold.

"Damn, its never done t hat before." Sam said bewildered.

"There's some bad mojo workin here." Dean said watching the little machine as he walked passed it over broken mirror.

"Lets go over the rest of this place and get the hell outa here." Dean said turning to the other two.

"Scared Dean?" Sam asked, smirking.

"Man, I'll take demons and poltergeists over high school any day." Dean told him shaking his head.

"Did you go to school, Jack?" Sam asked conversationally as hry followed Dean out into t he hall. He led them through the small school watching his meter intently.

"I finished when I was fifteen. It was too much of a hassle so I did the GED." Jack said.

"You dropped out?" Sam asked.

"That's usually what GED means. I thought you were the smart one here." Jack joked smiling at him in the semi-darkness. The peaked into the gymnasium and the cafeteria without so much as a nudge on the meter.

"I didn't like it that much anyway, besides it made it easier to miss days when Chris was sick." Jack explained shrugging. She'd never regret leaving school, she figured it wouldn't lead to anything anyway, that life wasn't for her.

"Why was he sick?" Sam asked.

"Uh, lets just say he couldn't handle the visions as well as you do." Jack said looking at the floor.

"I handle them well?" Sam asked.

"In comparison." Jack told him.

"So you took care of him." Sam stated.

"He needed me." Jack said simply. She didn't like to think of how Chris got when a bad vision hit, for days after word he'd have headaches and be nauseous. Sometimes he'd drink to forget what he saw for a bit, those were the worst times.

"What about you? Did you finish school?" Jack asked.

"Better, he got a full ride to Stanford. Pre-law." Dean said surprising Sam with the pride in his voice. Jack looked at Sam and whistled.

"Damn Ivy Leagues, you are the smart one here." Jack said grinning at him. Sam shrugged in an embarrassed way.

"And you Dean?" Jack asked although she already suspected she knew the answer.
"Finished high school, freed me up for more hunting." Dean said waving the flashlight in front of her face.

"Woah." Dean stopped in front of a locker when the EMF went off wildly again. They stopped and picked the combination lock opening it with their guns cocked at ready. The only thing that attacked them was the smell of locker mold.

"Okay." Dean said scratching his head. Jack reached in and pulled out a spiral notebook flipping through the pages.

"Sammy, gimme some light." Jack requested. He shone his flashlight over the pages.

"Caitlin Moss." Jack read the name at the top of a page of homework. The name was of the second girl that had gone missing.

"And we have a mirror." Dean said pulling a mirror bigger than his fist from the top shelf in the locker.

"You think that big enough?" Sam asked skeptically.

"Its the only thing in common with the bathroom." Dean said putting the mirror in his pocket. They were running out of places to look for clues, having decided after the first few classrooms that looking in everyone of them was to time consuming.

"It reacted at the entrance to the school, the bathroom and the locker. But there wasn't any mirror at the entrance." Sam recounted as they turned back to retrace their steps to the front of the building.

"A compact maybe? I mean we don't really know what the other girls who went missing from here were doing when they were taken." Dean suggested.

"Where to now?" Jack asked.

"Motel." Dean said. "Start looking at what we do know and what we don't know."


Back at their room Sam had tacked up the newspaper clippings of the six missing girls. First was Angela Patterson, a popular senior who'd gone to the library one night and never come back. Second was junior Caitlin Moss, her parents said she was staying late for cheerleading practice the night she went missing. Third, Karen Leonard, a freshman sentenced to detention at school for ditching. She made a call saying she'd be on her way home soon but never made it back. Fourth, a sophomore who disappeared from her own house. Fifth, Allison Craig. And the unofficial sixth victim Tyler Banks who was going crazy from what he saw that night.

"What do t hey all have in common?" Sam asked.

"All pretty, all young…." Jack said.

"All went missing within the last two months and all after dark." Dean said.

"The dark thing could fit with either of the current monsters, do either have some kind of cycle they go through?" Jack asked Sam.

"Wouldn't matter, there's no set pattern so far. The first and second girl happened three weeks apart. The second and third just a few days. And the last two were in the same week." Sam said frowning.

"That rules out t he spell in dad's journal, that has to be done on a new moon." Dean pointed out, not that they'd ever really considered the spell a serious option. Not with a witness saying something pulled the last girl into the mirror.

"With that spirit thingy-" Jack started.

"The Schneewittchen." Sam said.

"Yeah, that too, did it say they sucked victims into the mirror or used it to life out of them?" Jack asked.

"It wasn't really clear. There wasn't a lot to go on in the article." Sam said turning away from the wall of clues to their laptop. Dean was looking at the handheld mirror.

"You got a nail file or anything?" He asked Jack after a moment.

"Do I look like I own a nail file?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, right. You got any thing I can use t pry this apart?" Dean asked her. Jack reached into her pocket and flipped open her butterfly knife handing it to him.

"Thanks." He murmured taking the knife. He wedged I carefully between the glass and the plastic and lifted the mirror out gently.

"What are you dong?" Jack asked watching him.

"Bloody Mary left little messages on the backs her vics mirrors after she killed them, and a hand print." Dean told her turning it over in his hands so the mirror fell out neatly.

The back was blank, he saw with disappointment. He took one last look before tossing t he useless thing on the counter. Dean turned back to the faces of the innocent girls on the wall, heaving a sigh of frustration.

"You alright?" Jack asked him carefully.

"I don't like seeing kids get hurt." Dean answered not taking his eyes off the pictures.

"I'll ask around tomorrow at the school, see if we can't find out more about the girls." Jack promised.

"You gonna pretend to be student, I think they'll know your not from around here." Dean told her.

"I can sneak my way in, maybe butter up some of the boys, see if we're looking at a bunch of bored horny teenagers that made a succubus's hit list or a bunch of bored horny teenagers who take really cold showers a lot." Jack joked.

"Be careful." Dean cautioned ahead of time.

"I'm always careful." Jack grinned at him. "I'm beat, I think I'll turn in, tell me what you find, okay?"

Dean nodded and watched her leave after a quick goodnight to Sam. He looked one more time at the newspapers before turning around and flopping onto his bed.

"Sam you should get some rest. We'll look around some more tomorrow." Dean told Sam.

"Just a minute." Sam said absently combing through the pages t hat came up on the search engine.

"Sam, get some sleep." Dean s aid again making it more of a command this time. Sam looked at him stubbornly, about to tell him he was fine. But Dean gave him that look that said to shut the hell up and do as his older brother said. The look that promised retribution if he didn't.

"Fine." Sam said biting the inside of his cheek closing the laptop. He wanted to ask what bug crawled up his brother's ass but he was suddenly to tired to argue with Dean.

Sam took a shower before getting into bed repeating his nightly mantra of, "Make it through the night" and "No nightmares tonight." To himself as he toweled himself off. He was murmuring them out loud because he was so sued to saying the words by then, it wasn't till he caught a look at the clipping of Tyler as he reached for his clothes that he remembered the kid's paranoid mumblings. Sam wondered if what he did made him seem crazy too.

"Your not like him." Dean said from und his blankets as if reading Sam's mind.

"He's not crazy Dean. Just scared." Sam said quietly.

"Yeah but he's going off the deep end, that's not you." Dean stated matter of factly. Sam nodded along even though Dean couldn't see him do it.

"Stop thinking so loud I'm trying to sleep here." Dean called.

"G'night Dean." Sam said smiling a little.

"Night Sammy."


Jack stepped under the lukewarm water. She thought about the missing girls as she worked shampoo into her hair, wondering what their lives were like. She'd never regret her life, even the bad spots, but t hat didn't mean she was never curious. Jack never stayed in one place for long enough to make real connections with the "normal" kids and never let herself really want those connections either. But now she tried to picture what it might be like.

Going to school everyday, coming home to a nice little suburb with a two car garage and hot water regularly. PTA and bakes sales and an after school job. She shivered uncomfortably at the image of that life, it felt wrong; weird and out of sorts with her whole mindset.

"Defiantly not for me." Jack said aloud to herself. Instead she decided her time was better spent working out her plan for t he next day. She already knew she was going to track down the blonde jerk from that afternoon. A guy like him just loved to talk about where'd he'd been and who with.

He'd be easy, well placed touches and a come hither smile, maybe a declaration of being a danger junkie, daring him o scare her with the darker side of small town living and he'd be all hers.

TBC……..

AN: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. More revelations in the next chapter and a look at Jack's Skills of Seduction. I've been trying to fit in how Jack is handling her first hunt and maybe add some more to her friendship with Sam, since she gets along with Dean so easily. Read and Review.