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A/N: I know it has been a long time since I updated but on the first week I had to go checkout some colleges and last week I fell ill. For all of those who were waiting, I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry for the late review reply.
Chapter 7
It's been one week since the Derek incident. In this week Sam has talked a lot with Kayla but has yet to find anything wrong with her. Other than the schizophrenia. She does lie about the pills she been taking though. Not that anyone could blame her for saying that the pills she's taking are just vitamins. Sam guessed that she needed a cover since she takes it in school too. Kayla did a good job to try a cover her illness too. She changed the container for the pills. If Sam hadn't done a thorough research on her illness, he would have thought she was telling the truth.
Sam called John to tell him everything that he found out about Kayla and to say that he wants to stop this investigation on her. However, John told him to continue. "But Dad, she's looks fine. Other than the pills."
"I heard you the first time Sammy. Just keep it up until I get back."
"Why are you so interested in her anyway?" Sam asked, frustrated.
"Sam just do as I told you to. That's an order," Neither of his sons missed the pause John took before answering that question.
"Yes sir," Sam turned the loud speaker off. He turned to look at Dean who just shrugged.
That's an order. Sam hated those words. Especially now since watching Kayla made him feel like a stalker. That's why he preferred to talk to her whenever he could. Dean noticed this and was glad that his plan worked.
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"Are you sure your arm's ok?"
"For the last time Sammy, it's fine," Dean, replied clearly annoyed because it was the tenth time. "Do you really think your kick could hurt me? You're lucky you even got me."
"Than why do you keep rubbing that spot?"
"Cause it's my arm and I'll rub it all I want."
"Whatever." Sam grabbed a towel hoping for a long shower.
Dean grabbed a bottle of water and the newspaper. He reached the fourth page before an article got his attention. After reading the article, he got up and went over to the bathroom. "Hey Sam, where are all the old newspapers?"
"I put them in the basement yesterday," he heard Sam yell back. "Why?"
Ignoring Sam's question, Dean went to get the papers. In five minutes, he was back in the living room with the newspapers. He was almost through them when Sam walked in. He sat opposite of Dean. "What are you doing?"
"Finding something," Dean said without looking up.
"What exactly are you finding?"
This time he looked up. "Remember there was a report on the TV about a guy dying last week? The night we found out about Kayla's…condition."
"Yeah."
"Do you remember what he died of?"
"A heart attack I think. Why?"
Dean reached for the newspaper on the couch behind him and passed it to Sam. "Read the article on the bottom right."
Sam took the newspaper and read the article about the recently deceased Dr. Gabriella Rodriguez. According to the article her neighbor found her dead in her apartment. Later it was said the she died of- "A heart attack."
"Exactly."
"That doesn't mean anything. Anyone can get a heart attack."
"Yeah, well there are three other deaths by heart attack in those," Dean said pointing at the pile of newspapers he has already gone through. "Plus one of those guys had a physical a week before and he was as fit as a horse."
"How do you know?"
"I'm psychic. How do you think I know? It was in the paper."
"Right. So you think this is a demon?"
"Must be."
"Good enough for me. What do we do?"
"Easy, background check on all the victims. Talk to their family and friends. Find the connection between all of them."
"Who's gonna do that?"
"I can't skip school. Dad will kill me. Luckily he'll be back this weekend."
"You have to call Dad to give him a head's up."
Dean got up. "You're right." He backed out of the room. "I'll call Dad. You clean this mess up."
"Hey!" But Dean was already out of the room.