6.
Make Them Pay For The Things That They Did
"Find anything?"
Dean turned around, blinking until his eyes focused on Sam, and shook his head. "Dude, this town's cleaner than your vocabulary before you turned 20. There's nothing."
Sam plopped down on his bed, deciding to let the insult slide. "Same here. Nothing new, anyway. Candy's still a bitch. Met her daughter."
"Oh? Candy's Mini Me?"
"Actually, no."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "You're kidding."
Sam shook his head. "She's got the clothes and the designers specs, but she couldn't be more different. Her mom went after her about a test score. Poor girl got pretty upset."
The older man nodded. "Sounds like Candy."
"I got the impression this wasn't the first time, either. What kind of mother bullies her own kid?"
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but snapped it shut before any sound even came out. His eyes widened slowly and he turned back to the laptop, frantically typing something into a search engine.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
Dean glanced over the page he'd pulled up and slapped the desk hard with the palm of his hand. "Can't believe I missed it."
"Missed what?"
The elder turned back around to face his brother. "The poltergeist."
"What do you mean?"
Dean shook his head. "All this time, I've been searching for ghosts, but it was right under our noses."
"You're not making sense."
"Things go flying when the girl's at home, right? But not when she's away."
"So? Poltergeists have been known to attach themselves to certain family members and just follow that person around."
"That's what I though. But what if it's not following her? What if it is her?"
"That even possible?"
Dean nodded. "The parapsychologists, those old stuffy dudes who think that everyone's psychic, have their own theory about poltergeists. Dad mentioned it in his journal. He figured they were all full of crap because we'd only ever gone up against the actual spirits."
"Ok. Mind filling me in?" Sam asked, tired of feeling so out-of-the-loop.
"Hormones. Teenage girls going through puberty. Like Carrie. The body starts changing, the glands in the brain go nuts, and they develop low-key psychic powers. Most don't even know they have 'em. Mostly, it's telekinesis."
"The moving objects." Sam nodded, finally starting to get it.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "and if what you told me is true, then there's a reason that everything attacks Candy. Mel's sick of being insulted."
"You think she knows?"
The older man shrugged. "One way to find out. We gotta go down there and ask her."