"Oi, lazy! Get up, Dean." Sam shouted from across the room. "I've found something you lazy mutt!"
Dean shifted on the bed, throwing an arm across his eyes as he murmured, "Just five more minutes Sam. Just give me five more minutes."
Sam sighed and got up, "Get up, you lazy pie lover. I've got a really interesting hunt here. Young girl, aged 15. Her name is Maya Bristinsky. She bleed out in the middle of her mock exams. You think it is a spirit?" Only a gentle snoring answered his question. "Oi, you idiot. I'm going to slap you if you don't get up or at least answer me!" Dean's snores get louder as he slips into deeper sleep. Sam looked at him frustrated and pushes him off the bed.
Dean grunts as he hits the floor. "What did you do that for!? I was wide awake and listening to you. New interesting hunt about a girl. Let's go!"
Sam snorts and looks at his brother lying on the floor still half asleep; "You were snoring again Dean. So not awake. Anyway, hey! Are you going back to sleep on the floor." Dean grunts in acceptance to Sam's question, and promptly starts snoring again. Sam sighs and kicks Dean awake before hauling him up off the floor and dragging him out the door. Dean yells as he is dragged into the door post: "Oi, Sam! Watch out for my head." Sam just threw him on the floor and locked the door after them. He walked to Dean's Morgan and got in. "Come on then Dean. We have a spirit to catch!" Dean picked himself up off the floor and glares at Sam.
"If you were anyone else you would so be dead right now! You know that?" Sam laughed at him; "Yes I know that Dean! And that is why I'm me!" From inside the car you could hear Dean muttering to himself as he walked to the drivers side and got in. "You know what Sam?" Dean asked as he got into his Morgan. "What? Dean? No wait don't tell me, let me guess! Have you changed your mind and your so going to kill me when we stop for fuel. You have told me that a thousand times already Dean!" Sam smiled to himself as Dean grumbled about 'disrespectful siblings' and 'annoying little pie bakers'. "Just dive Dean, the faster we get there the fewer people die."
"Hello inspectors, I didn't know you were coming today. We're not due for another inspection for another month." The headmaster of the girls school looked slightly flustered at the thought of another inspection. The girls of Wycombe Abby School for Girls were particularly rowdy at this time of year because of the school disco with the next door boys school St Johns School for Boys was within the week. The headmaster swallowed nervously at the thought of the disco. Sam picked up on that. "What's wrong Mr. Burnham. Something bothering you? A problem within the girls perhaps? Anyway this inspection was bought on by the death of a certain Miss. Maya Bristinsky? Let's get on with the routine tour. First stop the gymnasium maybe? Let's go!" Dean held back, stunned by this sudden air of authority that floated above his baby brother, "Sam. Oi Sam. Come here a sec would ya? There's something you ought to see!" Sam turned around and glared at Sean. "Don't worry Mr. Burnham I'm sure it is nothing important but if you could, may we please have a bit of privacy here? Only if that would be okay though." Mr. Burnham looked unsure of how he could reply to this question but finally made up his mind. "Yes, of course you can have a moment but we must hurry if we are going to see some classes, the girls break for a quick lunch before afternoon lessons." He hurried away as Sam walked over to Dean. He looked out the window to a willow that sat next to a gymnasium. "The Hangman's Tree. Maya's friend says that she was staring at the tree before she died. It was in the papers. So want to check out that tree, Dean? It seems to be the start of all this?" Dean nodded his eyes still on the tree. Suddenly he grabbed their dad's diary and started looking through it. He stopped when he got to the page he wanted. "I thought so! Sam look at this!" He plastered the book against the window on the page he wanted. It showed a tree with a man hung from it. "The hangman's tree." Sam looked at it then studied the tree. He nodded and was about to speak when the headmaster re-entered. Dean quickly stuffed the book back into his bag before the headmaster could see it. "We should get going now inspectors." The annoying Mr. Bunham said, "There is a Gymnastics lesson going on in the gymnasium and they are about to show there assessments. They are waiting for us." The boys sighed but followed the small, round headmaster to to awaiting girls in the gymnasium.
When the boys entered the gymnasium everyone went quiet. It was a group of university aged girls and Sam and Dean looked very smart in there suits. As a few of the girls looked like they were going to come forwards Mr Burnham announced loudly, "Hello girls, I hope you've have had a good day. This is Mr. Sam Fisher and Mr. Dean Icily. They are inspectors!" He sighed as he heard a few murmurs of "Yer, I bet they are inspectors. How about they inspect me." He turned around and started apologising for the girls behaviour but he was cut off by the gymnastics teacher telling the first groups to start their performances. Sam and Dean walked off to the windows to watch the performances put on by the girls. Once the first groups of girls had finished Dean motioned that they were ready to move on with the tour. They three quietly left the building behind as they entered the science block. The air was filled the smell of burning and a class of girls ran out of a smoking room. Someone shrieked "Well Cynthia. Happy now that what I said would happen happened?" Another girl turned to her friend with tears of laughter coming out of her eyes. "Yes Jennifer. I am very happy that that happened." Everyone stopped when they saw Mr. Burnham glaring at them all with Sam and Dean behind him trying not to snigger at memories of their own. "Cynthia, Jennifer. See me in my office after school. Everyone else line up in an orderly line, IN SILENCE!" Once the girls were lined up silently Mr. Burnham looked a little less red and a little more white. "I want an explanation now!" Only silence met this demand, "Well? Is someone going to tell me or should I just put you all in detention?" Sam and Dean looked at each other and then at the angry headmaster. "Mr. Burnham thank you for the tour but we must take our leave now. We will send you our report soon enough. Thanks for everything." Sam said politely. "Yer. Em... thanks Mr. Burnham" Dean managed before he turned and hurried out. Sam fast on his heals. Once back in the Morgan they let out a deep sigh. "Interesting school. Isn't it Sam?" Dean laughed out, "Not to sure I want to come back when the headmaster is in." Sam nodded in agreement as Dean drove back to the inn.