I was just very inspired for this chapter so i wrote it in like 3 hours. Hope you'll like it because I enjoy writing it. Sorry for the spelling and grammar errors. And review pleeeease :D
''Last night, I've checked in the Orphanage's documents and looked back up to 40 years ago. It has been built in 1970, by a rich man named Wayne Rockwell. He had lost his two parents, in fact, his mother didn't make it through giving him birth. Also, at the age of twenty, his father died and bequeathed to him his fortune, coming from his antiquary's empire in the state of Illinois. To ease his sorrow and suffering from his dad's bereavement, Wayne decided to contact some engineers and architects to help him construct a beautiful orphanage for the children that, like him, were without a family.'' explained Sam, leafing through the pages of notes that he had taken in the library.
''That's so sweet of him... '' started Dean, with irony, while concentrating on the road '' So where's the catch Sammy? ''
''The construction came to an end after three years. Afterwards, they proceeded to the opening ceremony in June 1970. The journalists of Galesburg came in droves, eager to cover this important event, with such a celebrity for this little town. Many asked him why Galesburg but Wayne never answered clearly. Very rapidly, the orphanage catered children in and the rooms were filled, leaving no unused beds. A few days later, the Galesburg weekly newspaper reported the first strike of seven kidnappings. The drama ended within a month. However, the police had never been able to find out who the criminal was.'' continued Sam.
''That's uncanny.'' said Dean with sarcasm, expressing his long lasting prejudice against the police deficiency.
''Anyhow, I didn't find anything interesting about the orphanage after these events.'' said Sam, finally looking away from the pages placed on his knees.
''And of course, you'll announce me that M. Rockwell had died a few years ago'' said Dean.
''Yeah, but he had two children. His elder is his son, named Lucas Rockwell. He's living in California now; however, his daughter, Amber Rockwell, still owns the orphanage and lives there.''
''Okay, we'll go ask some questions to Amber and the kids, before looking around for anything unusual.'' said Dean, setting the plan.
''Dean, are you sure you're okay?'' asked Sam, after a few seconds of interrogative silence.
''Yeah?'' replied Dean, lifting one of his brows with confusion.
''You didn't even ask if Amber was cute. Something's wrong.'' explained Sam, half-amused and half-worried.
''Ah! Shut up, Sam.'' said Dean, as he starred at the road intensely, frowning slightly.
It was midday and the sun was at its zenith. The burning sunbeams were making Dean sweat under his blue suit. As they walked across the orphanage front yard, Sam tried to pulled away the collar of his shirt from his faintly sticky skin. ''I'm sure it's almost 100F here. We're gonna fry like little chickens in their Sunday clothes.'' said Dean, quickening his pace, to reach the orphanage entry more rapidly. The brothers tried to appear composed as they walked all the way down the paved path towards the house, but Dean seemed to have some difficulties keeping it together. As Dean was busy cursing at the weather, Sam notice how beautiful the orphanage seemed from the exterior. A real floral paradise was growing at the base of it, creating an ocean of bright colors. The front facade was adorned with old grey bricks and the balcony at the third floor was supported by four magnificent columns inspired from Greek architecture. It seemed to Sam as an oasis of peace right in the middle of nowhere. As they finally got to the front door, Dean knocked impatiently, still grumbling. Just before the door opened, Sam nudge Dean, to remind him to put himself in his FBI alter ego instead of his grumpy attitude. At the great surprise of Dean and Sam, it was a very young boy that appeared in the gap of the door. ''Hello you, is Miss Amber there?'' asked Sam, after squatting down to the kid's level. For only answer, the little boy shook affirmatively his head before disappearing from the entrance. Sam stood up straight again and look at Dean, perplexed. As they questioned themselves on what to do next, a red-headed woman appeared at the place where the child was standing few seconds ago. Even if she was in her late twenties, she seemed really exhausted, by the dark circles under her deep green eyes. Nonetheless, she greeted the two men with a large smile.
''Sorry for Albert, he knows the children aren't supposed to open to strangers.'' excused the woman, taking a quick look behind her back.
''Are you Amber Rockwell?'' asked Dean, taking his ''on-duty'' serious voice.
''Who am I speaking to?'' said the woman.
''I'm Agent Paige and he's Agent Hendrix.'' answered Dean, while the boys were showing their FBI badges rapidly.
''That's uncommon. You're quite an unusual team of feds with your last names representing the two best guitar players of all time...'' said the woman, half-grinning and half-questioning.
''I would have to ask you to show some respect towards the authority, Miss.'' replied Dean, abruptly sullen, hoping to be good at hiding his anxiousness.
''So, are we speaking to Amber Rockwell?'' asked Sam.
''No, I'm Olivia Bowen. I'm Miss Rockwell's assistant.'' answered Olivia. ''I'll go announce your visit. Please, come in and take a seat till she comes down.''
''Thank you Miss Bowen.'' replied Sam, very kindly.
When the boys entered in the orphanage hall, they could feel that the place was very old. There were ancient paintings, sculptures and furniture everywhere. Also, the subdued lightening in the hallway mixed with the wooden walls were creating an antique felling. The boys didn't expect nothing less than this from an Antiquary's generation inheritance. Dean almost felt bad to sit on the venetian chairs, while they were waiting for Olivia and Amber to come back. When the boys saw the two women coming down the stairs, they got the feeling that Amber would be rather... unpleasant. She was wearing a tight dress but with a classic cut. The creamy white of the clothe was matching with her pearl earrings and necklace. Dean could clearly hear the clicks of Amber's high heels on the steps, echoing in the vast opened arena. As she came nearer, Sam noticed her blond hair fastened in a bun and the delicate make up on her eyes. For more politeness, Sam and Dean stood up and greeted Amber with a nod.
''Good morning Miss Rockwell'' said Sam.
''Olivia, are they the FBI agents?'' said Amber, uncertain.
''Yes, Agent Paige and Agent Hendrix'' explained Olivia, a slight grin on the corner of her mouth.
''Could we talk to you in private, Miss Rockwell. We are here to ask some questions about the children's disappearances, if you don't mind.'' said Dean, after showing his badge to the sceptical woman.
''Follow me, we'll talk in my office, upstairs.'' replied Amber, with a haughty voice.
Comfortably installed in the old venetian style sofa, Dean and Sam were fixing their attention on Amber, as she sat behind his wide desk.
''So, what can I do for you?'' asked Amber, after she had crossed her legs and joined her hands together, lightly annoyed.
''For the first questions, we just need you to confirm the facts. In the past month, there has been four disappearances involving the kids of Angel's Arm Orphanage, if we include the child that has been abducted yesterday.'' started Sam, as he got out a notebook from his front pocket.
''Yes.'' answered Amber, pursing her lips, because she didn't like that these events were tarnishing the orphanage image.
''The names of the first three kids were Joshua, Caleb and Chloe, all aged of seven years old. How was named the last one?'' asked Sam, pressing the point of his pen on the blank sheet of paper.
''We called him Elijah. He was 12 years old'' said Amber, soberly, as she watched Sam writing down the name.
''Was he acting weirdly for the past days? Do you recall him mentioning that he saw some things?'' asked Dean.
''Kids are kids, Agent Paige. They always pretend to see things. Anyway, I don't understand how this can help me make the town forget about these incidents...''replied Amber, impatient, before realising what she just had said '' I... sorry, I meant help us to find the children. It's just that I wouldn't want Galesburg population to think that I cannot take care of the orphans. Angel's Arm is a very well-known respected orphanage since my father made it build forty years ago.''
''We understand Miss Rockwell. Would that be possible to talk with some of the children?'' asked Sam, using his comprehensive glance to convince Amber.
''They are still traumatised by Elijah loss; hence, I'm not sure it's a very good idea.'' replied Amber, as she got on her feet.
'' We insist. It would be very important to us to recollect the children testimonies'' said Dean, insisting strongly because he knew that the kids definitely saw what took away the four children.
''Follow me, they are actually eating dinner in the cafeteria.'' finally said Amber, concerned.
''I saw it! I saw it! '' said a little girl, shaking the bottom of Dean's pants.
''How did it look like?'' asked Sam, crouching himself to talk to the kid and looking him with an intense glance.
''It had long claws with blue feathers on its back. It also had sharpened teeth that could devoured almost anything. Oh! Oh! It was riding a black pony as well.'' answered the little girl, making Sam sigh.
He gave a fake smile to the little girl before shaking slowly her hair and standing up again. He threw a discouraged glance at Dean.
''I could do a pick-a-boo to this little girl and she would invent that I was the ghost of a princess wearing a tutu and waving a magic wand to kill her.'' said Sam to Dean, after passing a hand on his face.
''I could not blame her... your girly appearance can easily deceive the more wisest of us.'' said Dean, a huge grin on his face.
''Excuse me, Mister?'' said a boy's voice behind Dean's back.
''Yes. What's your name?'' replied Dean, as he was looking at a boy around the age of twelve.
''I'm Aaron. Don't listen to Suzy, she's always making things up to make herself important.'' explained the boy, talking about the little girl with the vast imagination.
''We actually have notice it.'' said Dean.
''I saw what took my friend away.'' affirmed Aaron, gravely.
''Are you talking about Elijah?'' asked Dean, suddenly interested.
''It might sound crazy what I have to tell you'' said Aaron, unsure.
''We are used to crazy, don't worry about that. Just tell us what you saw.'' replied Sam, reassuring.
'' It came for Elijah last night. It was very tall and I heard it... laugh. It was really creepy. And after, I heard a strange sound... a little bit like a stomach growling. I'm... I'm sorry but I can't tell you much more. I was so scared that I hid under my sheets.'' explained Aaron, a bit shaky, with a glance of fear in his eyes.
'' Did something happened after it took your friend away. Something unusual?'' asked Sam, as he put a hand on Aaron's shoulder.
''No... oh wait! Yes. Maybe five minutes after it came in our room, Miss Bowen came to see me.'' started Aaron.
''Olivia?'' asked Dean, frowning of perplexity.
''Yes. I thought I had become crazy but she said that everything would be alright and that I had to tell nobody about what I saw.'' finished Aaron, looking behind his shoulder is Olivia wasn't there.
''Thank you, Aaron. We'll find Elijah, we promise.'' said Sam, before looking in Dean's eyes with seriousness.
''I think we'll have to ask some questions to Olivia'' said Dean.