STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I'm telling you, I've tried and I can't, so the boys are not mine.
FIRST TIMER DISCLAIMER: I feel really sad, and cry for hours when I see John's death, so I think he needs more time with his children, so in this story he is not dead (yet). And, sorry, but I don't follow a timeline. In the series, I mean, there isn't a moment in the actual show where I can place my story. And, sorry again, but I don't know the USA very well, so my geography is not so good.
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WATCHMAN
Maybe it was just their imaginations, but since the moment they arrived in Felicity Town, the sky seemed to be more gray and the weather colder, the people in the small town looked at them like they were outsiders... something that Dean, of course, didn't care about.
"This is the place, Dean. Seems a good town to live in, don't you think?"
"Are you kidding? This place is as boring as that time I had to chaperone your eighth gade formal. Hey, remember when that girl, what was her name, Mindy? Mandy?-"
"Mariah," Sam said shortly. "And you promised never to bring that up again." He glowered, towering over Dean, who raised his hands defensively.
"Touchy. I mean, where are the hot chicks? All I can see are grandmas and kids." Sam rolled his eyes and rang the bell. Dean studied the green house, eyes moving to the slowly-swaying dream catcher hanging from the porch ceiling. The door opened, revealing an old woman with very sad eyes.
"Good morning! Are you Mrs. Crawford?" Dean said, putting a perky grin on his face. Sam discreetly elbowed him in the side as the woman nodded. "Mrs. Crawford, we are agents Caine and Skallany. We are sorry to disturb you, but we need to ask you a few questions about Daniel Crawford..."
"I talked with you already... is there any news about my son's killer?" the woman asked desperately.
"We are on it, Mrs. Crawford, but we just need to ask some questions to clarify some doubts," Sam said. The woman seemed to shrink once she realized that her son's murderer was no closer to being caught.
"Please, come in, do you want something? I just made cocoa... Danny loved to drink it on the cold days, with a lot of marshmallows of course..." said the lady with a break in her voice.
"I'm fine, thank you," Sam declined.
"I'd like a cup, please...not too hot, if you don't mind," said Dean. The woman nodded, gestured them into a small sitting room, and moved down the hallway. Sam glared at Dean.
"What? It's nasty not to take the offer, and I told you, princess, I'm hungry!"
"You just had five breakfast burgers, Dean," Sam said, disbelief in his voice.
"It's winter, I'm making my energy reserves, geek boy! Oh, thank you Mrs. Crawford," said Dean gratefully, taking the cup with the dark liquid. Sam looked up to see the old woman standing there, accompanied by a man that he took to be Daniel's father.
"Please, call me Lydia. This is my husband, Roger."
"Good morning, agents. Lydia tells me that you want to know about Daniel. What do you need to know?" he asked.
"Everything you think could be important, sir. Did Daniel have enemies, maybe from work? Any strange actions, weird phone calls, before he disappeared?" Sam inquired.
"Enemies? For God's sake- Danny is... was... a teacher! His students just are six years old, and as I told the agents before you, the day before the... before, things were normal, like every day."
"Maybe an angry girlfriend, or a jealous boyfriend?" Dean asked in low voice.
"Daniel didn't have a girlfriend, or friends, neither; he was a workholic, and a very quiet kid... he only talked with his mother and me."
"He was always quiet growing up," Lydia said. "Sometimes he wouldn't talk for days. Didn't seem to need to, either. Sometimes, it's silly, but I felt like Danny could read your thoughts just by looking at you."
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