White Magic

Chapter 3: Jezeasha Sparrow's Story

They were back in the car. "What time is it?" Asked Sam.

"A little after 6 why?"

"Let's head to the library. I think we need to do a background check on Jezzie." So Dean started up the car and they drove to the nearest library.

Sam sat down at a computer and started to look for information on Jezzie. He wasn't surprised to see a lot of sights about what happened. It was a story that a reporter would die for.

"Here we go. It says here that someone broke into the Sparrow's house and butchered the father, mother, and younger sister. This reporter says that he had never seen anything like this before. It also says here that Jezeasha Sparrow, the older of the two siblings, blames herself. That she believed that it was her fault." Sam read.

Dean sat next to him. "So her family was killed by something."

"Wait it doesn't end there. It says that her Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin were killed the next night in the same way. She was adopted into the family and they wouldn't take her in after what happened. It says that the judge allowed her to live on her own in the old house. Every week a social worker or cop drops by to see if she's alright." Sam stopped. "Has a judge ever done that before?"

"Is it even legal?" Wondered Dean. "You're the law school boy. Is this legal?"

"No, she's 15 years old, a minor. No one should have allowed her to live alone."

"Maybe she did a little voodoo to get her way." Suggested Dean.

"Maybe, maybe she knew what killed her parents wasn't human and got pulled into this like we have." Sam thought out loud.

"… And she found a spell that made her get her way. A spell that made the judge give her what she wanted and made it so no one noticed that a 14 year old girl was living on her own." Said Dean.

"That had to be one heck of a spell."

"Yeah, really powerful." Sam thought for a moment. "Maybe we should learn more about what's been going on around here."

So on that note the two brothers got in the car and drove to the local bar the Shaler Lounge. The game was on and a large group of men had assembled there to watch it. Dean walked up to the Bartender. "What can I get you boys?" asked the Bartender.

"Some information." Dean flashed one of his fake FBI badges.

"Sure, what do you boys need to know?" He asked. He picked up a glass and started to clean it.

"Has anything odd happened since the Sparrow's murder?" asked Sam getting right to the point.

"No, not that I know of." Then he slowed down thinking. "No one really talks about what happened to Steve and his family. They were a good family. Steve and Beth took in that girl Jezzie when she was 8 years old. Steve would bring her down here when business was slow. She'd play pinball, drink Rootbeer, and eat cheese curls. She was a happy little girl even after all she'd been through."

"What do you mean 'All she'd been through'?" Asked Dean.

"Well, she was an orphan. I can only imagine what that was like. Having no family. I asked Steve once what had happened to them. He said that she was the only one who knew. She wouldn't tell the social workers who her parents were or where she came from. So they made her a new life here." He paused. He looked as if he was going to cry. "She blames herself you know. I was there at the funeral. I could see it in her eyes. I tried to tell her she couldn't have done anything. She was only 12 at the time. But I knew those words were in vain. She will always blame herself, poor dear."

"Has she done anything odd since then?" asked Sam hoping to get something other than history from this man.

He thought for a moment. "Yes actually. Little things like the Higgins's son Tony was dying of cancer. She went to their house and the next day he was cured."

"That's not exactly small." Said Sam surprised.

The Barman set down his glass slowly. He looked at them for a while. Then he spoke, "There is also the forest."

"The forest," Sam whispered. He recognized this.

"Yes, there is a forest behind the house. No one has ever entered it. Only the Sparrows have been inside it. No hunters or teenagers dare enter. They say that they can almost feel the forest pushing them away. They say that there is something I that forest. Only Jezeasha knows what it is."

Dean coughed. "Has anyone ever been inside? Aside from Jezzie."

"Yes, her friends and a few people who ask for permission. But no one other than them." Said the bartender completely unaware of how strange these words were.

"So no one has tried to map out the forest?" asked Sam.

"No, actually the city left the forest outof the map. No one outside of this city knows of its existence."

"Do you even know how big it is?" asked Dean desperately.

"No, no one knows. I reaches into an uninhabited area of the Appalachian Mountains so no one knows its size. Well, Jezeasha knows." Finished the Bartender. Then a few men called for more beer and he had to leave.

Sam and Dean left for confused than the entered. "So the family is killed for the secret of the Forest." Reasoned Dean.

"… And Jezzie is the only one who knows the truth about it. That's why she made the judge decide to let her live in her old home. So she could guard the Forest." Finished Sam.

They climbed back into the car. "Dean, we need to figure out what's in that forest."