Chapter 19. Well that was weird
Sam finished brushing his teeth and rinsed off his toothbrush. He was feeling good despite his still sore nose. He leaned in closer to the mirror to inspect the offending appendage. Although it still felt a little sore the only outward evidence that he had been hit was a little reddening around the area. He was really glad that Dane hadn't broken his nose. That wouldn't have been much fun and he was sure he would have plenty of chances to get a broken nose once he returned to his abnormal life, contributing to the family business.
Lately Dean's protective streak was extremely annoying but to be honest the guy had deserved it. It had been incredible irritating seeing Dane, constantly attack his brother verbally and physically during the basketball game and he had been surprised but grateful that Dean had held his temper that long. Sam knew deep down that they only reason Dean hadn't retaliated sooner was because of Sam. Which was ironic because Sam getting hit had been the motivator in Dean finally lashing out at the over grown jock.
Mike hadn't been happy about what had happened to his brother when he and Matt had joined them the night before in the recreation room but Sam really didn't care. There was only so much someone could take and Dean being Dean, Mike was lucky that Dane didn't get more of beating.
Sam had noticed that since all of them had been separated into groups, everyone had become a lot more competitive and were sticking with their groups even when they didn't need to. He hoped that the teachers realized what they had created.
Sam turned around when he heard the bathroom door open and saw Daniel poke his head through, his glasses slipping down his nose once again. Sam thought that his friend really needed to consider getting his glasses refitted or something.
"I'm going downstairs, are you coming?" the boy asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"Yeah I'm ready to go, I just have to go put these back in my bag," he told him picking up his pile of clothes and towel.
"Okay," Daniel replied turning around, intending on walking back out of the bathroom when he ran into someone, "Dean! Morning," he greeted the older teen standing directly in front of him.
Dean looked briefly at Daniel and jutted out his chin in greeting, "Morning. Sammy we need to talk."
Sam had a bad feeling as soon as his brother walked past Daniel and completely into the room.
"About what, we were just about to head downstairs," Sam said and started to move forward.
Dean put his hand out, placing it on his brothers arm making him stop, "Sammy could I have a minute alone."
"Dude, you want a minute alone with me in the bathroom?" Sam raised his eyebrows in a joking gesture.
"Dude, I'm being serious … please?" he placated.
Sam sighed and dumped his belongings back on the bench, "I'll meet you down stairs Daniel."
"Sure Sam, see ya guys." Daniel left the room closing the door behind him, knowing that Dean wanted to speak alone with his brother.
"What is it Dean?"
Dean hesitated a second or two before he spoke, "We have a problem."
"What? Dane?"
Dean shook his head and gave his brother a look as if to say as if, "No not Dane."
"Well what's your problem and why do I need to know about it?"
"Okay I'm just gonna come out and tell you."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"We have a slight ghost problem."
Sam groaned. He should have known this was too good to be true, "Dean, you have been over this place with an EMF and found nothing will you just let it go … the only problem we have here is your paranoia."
"Well that's just the thing Sammy the ghost's were in the forest, see they are possessing some of the students. Mr. Graham planned it all," Dean explained, but only getting a skeptical look in return.
"Your economics teacher planned to bring us all here so he could get us all possessed by ghosts?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Look Sammy I don't know the full story but last night I saw Lynda and Jennifer get possessed. Mr. Taylor and Mrs. Collins are too."
"Dean …"
"Sam I am being deadly serious about this … I think maybe we should try to get in contact with Dad or at least Pastor Jim and let them know what's going on."
Sam picked up his clothes again, shaking his head, "No way. You have already embarrassed me once by getting caught putting salt under my bed; we are so not calling Dad, especially when you're imagining things."
A hurt look came across Dean's face, "You don't believe me?"
"Dean I haven't seen anything strange and neither has anyone else."
"Stacey was with me. She saw the whole damn thing and I can't believe you are actually saying you don't believe me. Dude you know I wouldn't make something like this up."
Sam looked down at his shoes, a little ashamed, "Look I'm sorry okay. I know you wouldn't but could you at least consider for a moment that there is a logical explanation for what you saw?"
"You think there is a logical explanation for having to watch my teachers force spiritual possession on two students?"
"No maybe you didn't see what you thought you saw," Sam suggested.
"Sammy I think I know how to do my job."
"Can we at least go and talk to Lynda and ask her what she was doing in the forest last night?"
"I don't want to tip them off."
A thoughtful look came over Sam's face, "We don't have to ask her any questions. Just turn your EMF on but use the head phones, it will look like you are listening to music. If it lights up then she's possessed."
"Not bad Sammy," Dean commended, "Come on lets get downstairs, I told Stacey to meet me before breakfast."
Sam allowed Dean to lead him to the door then stopped short, "Hey, what exactly did you tell Stacey."
"The truth," Dean replied not looking at his younger brother.
"As in?"
"As in the truth, she needed to know Sammy."
Sam's eyes widened as he realized what Dean was telling him, "You told her the secret didn't you."
"After what she saw, I sort of had to."
"And she believed you?"
"Yeah … at least someone has faith in me." That said, Dean pushed past Sam and walked out of the bathroom. Sam didn't miss the hurt look on his older brother's face.
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Once again John was awoken to his cell alarm. He didn't need to look at a clock to know that it had only been a few hours. It felt like he had only been asleep for a couple of minutes.
He lazily rolled his head towards the other bed and saw that like usual Caleb was still asleep. The way that boy could sleep through the alarm it was a wonder that he ever managed to get anywhere on time. John had a feeling though that if he hadn't been there Caleb would instinctively get up him self but because he could feel John's presence he left it up to the older hunter to start the day.
John was glad that it was his good friend Mac, Caleb's adoptive father, who had had the pleasure of waking the boy up during his school years and not John him self. He'd never had to really worry about that with his boys because Dean, although disliking school, was always up to make sure that Sammy got to school on time.
Once again his thoughts had strayed back to his boys. He still had that uneasy feeling that something was wrong. Maybe that was just because they had hit another dead end in their case. Besides Caleb had psychic abilities and surely if something was terribly wrong with the boys he would know. But then again they were probably to far away for Caleb to really connect with them anyway.
John shook his head as if to erase his thoughts. The boys had only been gone a few days and he was already feeling anxious. He knew that it was probably only because of the case turning out to be at a school camp so he tried to dismiss his thoughts.
What he really needed to do was get up. Lying there thinking about nonsense was not helping anything. He lifted himself up into a seated position and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Caleb!"
"Yeah, yeah … I'm getting up," Caleb groaned as soon as he heard John call his name.
John raised an eyebrow at the younger hunter still buried under the covers, "Looks like it."
Caleb threw the covers off of him and sat up, scrubbing a hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up more. This was the second night in a row that he'd only had a couple of hours sleep. By the time he felt he was semi-awake John was already walking out of the bathroom dressed in fresh clothes.
"Come on, get ready, I'd like to get moving," John ordered, picking up Caleb's duffle and throwing it to him.
Caleb stood up and stretched his stiff muscles, the proceeded to the small bathroom, "At least we wont get lost this time," he added, smirking back at John.
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After a short detour to drop off his belongings in his room Sam made his way downstairs and immediately started looking for his brother. He felt bad about Dean thinking that he didn't believe him. Not that he could blame Dean for that because he had sort of told him that he didn't. He trusted Dean with his life but he really wanted to believe that his brother was imagining things. His life would be so much simpler if that were the case.
Looking around he saw that most of the students were already downstairs talking amongst themselves while they waited for Breakfast. Sam couldn't see Dean anywhere in the recreation room so walked to the dining room. After a few seconds of looking he spotted Dean sitting down next to Stacey. The two of them looked deep in discussion.
Stacey looked up when she saw Sam approach, causing Dean to look behind him.
"Good morning Sam," Sam noticed that even as she greeted him that Stacey looked nervous. Considering the new world that had just been opened up to her he could definitely understand.
"Morning … so … where's Lynda?"
"Eager to prove me wrong Sammy?" Dean asked hurt still tinged his voice.
"Dean …"
"Sam! There you are we have been looking all over for you." He turned as he heard Daniel behind him. Sam was surprised to see Matt standing with him.
"Great now we have a freaking audience," Dean muttered quietly sticking his ear phones in his ears.
"Hey guys."
"Here she comes," Stacey whispered all of a sudden, directing all their attention to the girl that was walking their way.
Sam had to admit that Lynda did look a little different. She sort of had a more confident air about her than she did earlier. But that still didn't some up possession for Sam. He wanted proof.
Dean stood up as Lynda came their way, "Morning Lynda," he greeted with a big charming smile on his face.
"Hey. What's up?" she asked sideling up to Dean.
"Not a lot. Did you sleep well?" Dean asked glancing down at his EMF, a little disturbed that the spirit inside of her hadn't set of the alarms yet.
"Great! … Hey you know you're kinda cute."
Dean's eyebrow's raised at the sudden declaration and he forced on another smile, "… umm … thanks."
Sam forced himself not to roll his eyes. He made a quick glance at the EMF meter clipped to Dean's jeans and saw that it was still inactive.
Lynda eyed him up and down and smiled, "You and I should get together later," she told him, giving his butt a light slap as she moved past him, "Morning Stace … I'll see you all later." Sam nearly laughed at the startled expression on his brother's face when he had felt Lynda's hand slap his butt.
"Well that was just weird," Dean commented when he had recovered.
"Dude, she is so into you," Matt commented.
"Well that part wasn't weird."
"Dean, can we focus here," Stacey snapped, giving Dean an irritated look.
"Right … that brings me back to weird, did you see the way she was acting?" he asked her but directed his eyes at Sam.
"Yes she was acting different but the, you know what didn't agree with you so just relax okay."
"Sam, I know what we saw," Dean grated out quietly.
"Hey Sam we'll meet you at the table okay I think they are serving breakfast in a few minutes," Matt spoke up getting Sam's attention away from his brother.
"Yeah okay," Sam agreed and watched as his friends walked away before turning back to Dean and Stacey, "Dean if she was possessed the EMF would have picked it up."
"So what the both of us are hallucinating now?" Dean asked quietly, getting frustrated with his brother's short sightedness.
"Look I dunno what you saw out there but she can't be possessed okay now please just let it go and enjoy yourself … for both of our sakes," Sam hissed out and turned around and walked over to join his friends at another table.
"What the hell is wrong with this thing?" Dean asked himself as he proceeded to hit the EMF with his hand.
"Oh yeah because hitting technology when it doesn't work always fixes the problem," Stacey said dryly.
"That's just the thing. There's nothing wrong with it. For some reason it just didn't pick up anything and that has so never happened to me before," he almost whined, sitting down and putting his head in his hands.
Stacey reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, maybe Sam is right."
"No … you saw what happened and Lynda, I mean she has never acted like that before."
"How do you explain your … EMP… thingy not working?
"EMF and I don't know yet."
"What do you wanna do now?" she asked sitting back down beside him.
"I dunno yet," he answered, all of sudden bringing his head up and looking at Stacey, "Hey have you seen Jay this morning?"
"Now that you mention it …" she answered, looking around the room from her seat.
TBC ...
Well there it is and we got to see a little bit of everyone in this chapter :-) I really hope you liked it and i'll see you soon. I'll be writing another chapter over the weekend and post it Monday. Have a good weekend everyone :-)