White Magic

Chapter 2: Spaghetti Dinner

Sam and Dean had a shock as they left the dark tunnels that went under Mount Washington and came out onto the Liberty Bridge. From the Bridge you could see the entire city. It was a clear day and it was warm out. Sam and Dean had expected the city to be dirty and dark not light and clean.

As they drove they saw more of this. "So you think this is like the Scarecrow guardian?" Dean asked. "The elders of the city sacrifice young couples to keep the city clean and happy."

"I don't think so."

"Do you recognize anything?" Dean asked Sam hoping they were in the right place.

"No, but I have this weird feeling of Déjà vu. Have we been here with Dad before?"

"No, I don't think so."

"What do you think we should do?" asked Sam.

Dean thought for a second. "You said you had Déjà vu right?"

"Yeah,"

"So use it. Use that and your physic stuff to find out where she is."

"Ok I'll try." To his surprise it was really easy. He led dean through the city and out toward the suburbs.

"This could be why I didn't recognize anything. Dean, make a right here."

"Dude, you are freaking me out." Said Dean.

"You think you're freaked? Try having knowledge of someplace you've never been before in your head."

"Ok calm down." They reached an intersection. "So which way do we go from here?" Sam didn't answer. "Sam?"

"I don't know…"

"What?"

"I don't know it's just gone all of a sudden." Said Sam confused.

Dean pulled the car over. "What do you mean 'it's just gone'?"

"That's it exactly. It just vanished." Said Sam.

"Great, just perfect. We have no idea where we are and it's getting dark out." Dean gestured to the west where the sun was setting.

"What should we do?"

Dean sighed. "Well let's find something to eat and think this through."

So having nothing better to do they drove alone looking for something to eat. They drive past a church. "Hey Dean what's the date?"

"It's the 18th I think." Said Dean confused. "What it's back again?"

"Kind of," Then Sam points to a sign. "Shaler Area Choir Annual Spaghetti Dinner Adults $5, Student $3, and Senior citizens eat free."

"Sounds good to me." Said Dean as he pulled into the parking lot. The two men thought they would be ready for anything….

.. But they weren't expecting it to be so crowded. They paid their money and were next to be seated.

"I'm sorry this is taking so long." Said a slightly over weight red headed woman. "But we're switching servers."

"It's not a problem." Said Sam being polite.

"I don't believe we've met I'm Karen Fredrick the Choir director." She held out a hand which Sam shook.

Sam did some quick thinking. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We've heard great things about you from Jezzie."

"Oh, you know Jezzie?" She said excitedly.

"Yes we're cousins. Got some time off work to visit the family and her aunt said that she was here." Said Dean catching on.

"Oh well then I'll just have to get her. She's on of the angels who's been here since 9 this morning and won't be leaving till around 10 tonight. It's funny she came in this morning all nice and clean now she's got this lovely sauce stain on her shirt. Looks like a toddler tried to feed her some dinner."

They laughed at this. Mrs. Fredrick waved to a tall boy to come over. "Brian can you get Jezzie?"

"Sure she's helping Andy clean up after that huge party that just left. I'll go get her."

He left to go get Jezzie. "That's Brian Booker. He has an amazing voice. He's the first freshman that has gotten into Jazz choir. He's good friends with Jezzie."

Then a short blond girl with bright blue eyes came through the crowd. It was the girl from Sam's dreams. "Heyya Mrs. Fredrick, Brian said you needed me?"

"Yep I thought you would like to serve for your cousins Sam and Dean." Said Mrs. Fredrick.

Both the boys were shocked when she went right along with the act and said, "Sam! Dean! I would hug you but I'm all nasty and covered with sauce. Common table 36 is empty."

"Oh, Jezzie since you and Vicky have been here since 9 you two can have a break once you last tables are done. We have plenty of kids to take over for you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Fredrick I'll tell Vicky."

Before she led them off to the table they saw her looking at them suspiciously. But when they tried to look at her closer that look was gone and was replaced by a smile. She then led them through the crowds of servers getting ready to head out and people leaving. She led them to a table next to the desserts.

"Ok Since you seem to already know my name… the salad bar is next to the entrance, the drinks are on the far wall, and the dessert table is right behind me if you couldn't already see that. Those are help yourself. Do you want you spaghetti now or later?"

"Now please." Said Sam.

"What kind of sauce do you want? Veggie or Meat?"

"Meat," They answered at the same time.

"Ok, I'll be back in a minute." Then she turned and left.

"Ok, that was weird. I wonder why she went along with us." Said Dean.

"Because she knows why we are here…"

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Jez hurried into the kitchen. Vicky had spilled 3 times and was now stuck cleaning veggies for the salad bar. "Vicky!" Jez tried to yell and whisper at the same time. It didn't work very well. "VICKY!"

"What I'm right here you don't need to yell." Said Vicky. Vicky was short like Jezzie with brown, wavy shoulder length hair, glasses, and that look of the sun deprived. Vicky then saw the look of desperation on her friend's face. "What's up?"

Jez led her to the door and pointed to Sam and Dean. "Ooh, they are hot."

"Vicky, see beyond the hormones. They knew my name!"

"So what? A lot of people know your name."

"Jezzie, Vicky, why aren't you working?" Called a voice. They turned around to see a short, brown haired Mrs. Wadsworth.

"Mrs. Fredrick said that we could have a break I was coming to tell Vicky." Jezzie said a little too quickly.

"Don't worry I was joking." Mrs. Wadsworth said with a smile. "Bout time you got a break you need it. You've been here longer than I have. Go see Mr. Wadsworth when you're ready to eat. He'll get you some food."

She gave them a smile before she left to check on the sauce. Jezzie got an idea. "Vicky can you clean up my last two tables?"

"Sure which ones?" said Vicky confused.

"Tables 29 and 12 they just need bust. Ask Andy to help you, he owes me." Said Jezzie. She turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Sam and Dean their food." Jezzie left Vicky to fend for herself. She could take care of herself. Jezzie went to Mr. Wadsworth for 3 plates of hot Spaghetti. She looked around the room to make sure Vicky was clearing her tables then headed back over to Sam and Dean.

She gave them their food. "Looks great." Said Sam. It was obvious that he was the

brother with manners.

Jezzie pulled over a chair and sat down with her food. "What are you doing?" asked Dean through a mouthful of Spaghetti.

"I'm going to finally see if this Spaghetti is any good. I've been serving it all day but I have no idea what it tastes like." Said Jezzie matter-of-factly. After a few bites she continued.

"So who are you and what do you want?" They both looked up at her shocked. "If you are reporter's looking for details you better try another tactic. Because I'm not giving another statement."

"What?" said Dean shocked.

"Don't pretend not to know. You're reporters trying to get the story of my family's butchery from me again. Well think again. I'm not talking about it any more I've told the whole story to the police. If you want the details this badly you better go talk to them."

"What? No, we aren't reporters." Said Sam trying to calm her down. "We haven't ever heard about your family."

She looked Sam in the eye. Then swallowed. "Fine I believe you. But I want to know how you knew my name. Because you defiantly are not my cousins."

She continued to eat. Sam looked at Dean lost for words. "We'd rather not talk about it here." He said.

She ate a few more bites then spoke. "I'm done at 10 wait for me out front." Then she picked up her half eaten plate and headed back to the kitchen.

They ate in silence for a while. Then Dean said. "Dude you've got a date with a Freshman."