Wouldn't You Like To Know

Chapter 2 – We aim to Please

When the girl finally walked out of the building, Dean had to catch his breath before walking up to her.

"Hey, you! We need to ask you some questions." Dean called out to her.

"If you're from a paper, I'm through talking." The girl called as she kept on walking.

"Well today's you're lucky day, we think someone is murdering your friends. We don't believe that they're killing themselves." At this the girl turned as Sam and Dean caught up with her.

"I'll give you five minutes. Call me Belle, or Anna. I must say I prefer Belle because it means beautiful in French."

"Belle it is, we aim to please." Dean replied.

"Why don't we talk at my house, I'm dying to put some jeans on. My grandmother insists on dressing up for school, like she did. So that basically means skirts and nothing else." Belle offered. Dean listened to her comment about her outfit. Truthfully, his eyes had never moved off of her face and stunning eyes. She had a wonderful figure, that most women would kill for. She looked nice, but uncomfortable in the khaki skirt and pink polo top.

"We'll follow you to your house" Sam offered.

"That's probably not the best idea." She replied mischievously.

"And why wouldn't it be?" Dean asked.

"You couldn't keep up, I go WAY too fast." Dean liked her, she offered her information freely, he liked that.

"What do you suggest, princess?" Dean said as he elbowed Sam in the stomach so he wouldn't talk.

"You two ride in my car, you can pick yours up later."

"Nope, no way in hell is that gonna happen. My car is not getting keyed by some stupid high schoolers! You're riding with us."

"No way, my car is my baby, she's not gettin' keyed either. How bout you two split, one of you can follow the cloud of dust out to my grandparents place."

"Sam if, in any way, you mistreat my car, I will kill you and I wouldn't bring you back this time" Dean whispered violently. Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers unbelievable ability to want girls when they are trying to save lives and grabbed the keys.

"Swell, meet you there, and you come with me.", Dean followed at her request, "Following doesn't mean you can't walk beside me." Dean caught up. "Do you two have names, or do you just use "I'm with Stupid"?"

"I'm Dean, and that's stupid. No, really his name's Sam, he's my little brother. Whoa, this is your car, but you're like a chick?"

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't drive a muscle car. What's the matter, do you have something against '67 Shelby Mustangs in perfect condition?"

"Jesus, stop it, you're turning me on." Dean said, as he got into the passenger seat. Belle backed out of her parking space carefully, but on the road it was a completely different story. Dean loved the guts she had to go 105 on a 40 MPH road. "Aren't you afraid you're going to hit someone?"

"I grew up in this town, no one is in the street until about three o'clock, when school gets out. So to answer your question, no. Am I scaring you?" she teased.

"It takes more than fast speeds to scare me, Belle. I've faced much worse." She raised her eyebrows at his comment and then made a quick turn into the driveway of an extremely huge house.

"May I assume that your Grandparents are swimming in it?"

"You would be correct, they're awful people, and scare most of my friends. May I assume they won't scare you?" Belle asked mockingly.

"I would assume that assumption is correct."

"Would you like to bet on it?"

"Sure. Ten bucks?"

"Sounds extraordinary!" she joked. "Let's wait for your brother. I'd hate for him to face them on his own."

"Here he comes. Yes, nice and careful with the baby, Sammy. That's a boy"

"Since we're assuming so much, may I assume that your car is your baby as well?"

"Yep, I'm pretty proud of it." Dean said leaning against a nearby tree.

Sam parked the car, got out, and tossed the keys to Dean. They followed Belle inside.

"Grandmother I'm home, Mrs. Ellis sent me home after my session." Belle yelled, she sounded angry. A bitchy looking old woman walked around the corner.

"So you heard, I think it's good for you, after you friends went and killed themselves."

"Do not speak of my friends that way, besides I can't believe you don't trust me not to commit suicide. I have my head on straight and you should know that. We are going up to my room." Belle was a firecracker, and Dean loved it. Her Grandmother looked up at Sam and Dean in shock, as if she had just noticed them. The look on her face was priceless, she obviously thought they were scum and didn't approve of them going up to her honorable Grand-daughter's room.

"Anna, you know only girls are allowed in your room, no boys."

Dean smiled a cocky little smile and whispered in Belle's ear "That's kinda kinky". He knew she wanted to laugh, but instead she elbowed him in the stomach.

"Where do you know them from anyway, Anna?"

"School, we're friends from school. Listen Grandmother, we'll keep the door open, I just suggest you don't walk by." And with that Belle turned, grabbed Dean's hand, making sure her Grandmother saw, and jogged up the stairs. Dean shouldn't have, but he looked back to see the bitch's expression and he got a cold glare.

"Be sure that I will be up there shortly, Anna." Her Grandmother called.

Dean had figured she would say that, and in turn he replied, just loud enough so the Grandmother could hear, "Don't worry, darling, I brought condoms."

They heard the Grandmother sigh loudly and huff away. Belle pulled Dean into a room at the top of the stairs, and Sam reluctantly followed, worried that the two weren't joking. He knew that they were as soon as he walked in the room, both were doubled over for laughing so hard. Sam even let out a few chuckles as he watched Dean hand Belle a ten dollar bill saying, "You were right. She scared the hell out of me." After they all had caught their breath from laughing. Belle stood up and told the boys to turn around so she could slip on a pair of jeans.

"Uh Belle, your Grandmother is coming up the stairs." Sam said quickly.

"Shoot really!!!"

Dean just turned around and said, "Sammy close the door, we're gonna make this look real."

Dean looked at Belle and realized how real this was going to look, she hadn't had time to put her jeans on. It also looked like she had planned to change shirts as well, because her top was missing. Therefore, Belle was wearing nothing but a lace bra and matching lace panties.

"Dean, are you serious? Are you freakin' crazy? She'll murder me with her bare hands."

"Not on our watch beautiful." Dean replied as he through off his jacket revealing a tight black t-shirt. "I usually wait longer before I kiss girls, but you're turning out to be very interesting." He said as he walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, until the gap between them was gone. Their eyes locked, they both had been wanting to do this ever since they laid eyes on one another. He didn't want to but he looked up at Sam and said, "The bitch is gonna remember you. Come and do your part."

"What do you suggest that I do your highness? You are the only one who's choreographed a three way before."

"Seriously, you haven't? Never mind, just take off your shirt and get behind her." Sam quickly through off his shirt at Dean's orders and Dean pulled Belle closer, loving the smell of her perfume. She could tell Sam didn't feel comfortable when he slid behind her. "Good Lord, man. Your like a mile away from her, act like you've met."

"Dean your arms are in the way, I can't get close!" Sam complained

Reluctantly, Dean pulled his arms from around her. Belle felt Sam get close.

"Anna, why in the world is your door closed?" her Grandmother called.

Dean ran his hand through Belle's hair then leaned in and kissed her, passionately. Dean left one of his hands on the bare skin of her waist. She felt Sam kiss her neck. Kissing Dean felt so good, she barely noticed Sam.

Belle's Grandmother opened the door when she didn't hear Belle reply. She gasped, "Two!!" and then slammed the door. The kisses almost immediately broke, except Dean held it for just a moment longer. As Sam was putting his shirt back on Belle walked into a huge closet and slipped on a shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Uh, Belle, can I ask you one quick question?" Dean saw her nod and went on "How old are you?"

"Fifteen" she turned just in time to watch Dean go completely pale.

"You're a freakin' kid and I just made out with you!! I'm going to prison."

"Dean" Belle said, trying to pull him out of a trance he had fallen into. "Dean!" He finally looked at her. "I'm kidding, I turned eighteen in August. It's like November."

"Belle you gave me a heart attack! I'm gonna have to see your license, that is if you have one?"

Belle rolled her eyes and gestured towards her purse.

"Take a look"

"Sam, I ain't looking." Now it was Sam's turn to roll his eyes at Dean.

Belle laughed, "Sam my license is in the pink billfold, and don't worry. If it was fake it would say I was at least twenty-one."

Sam found it, looked at it, and showed it to Dean. "So you check out, but what was the point of scaring us like that?"

"I thought that very little scared you, Dean." She laughed. "No, honestly, I figured you guys were in your twenties, I'm really surprised that my Grandmother believed you were in high school. Besides, I needed to laugh, I haven't laughed in a while. Y'all can sit down if you like. Over by the windows." Belle noted while pulling her hair into a ponytail. The brothers did as they were told and sat on a pale pink couch.

Her room was huge to match the house. Everything looked like it came straight out of the Victorian era or earlier. All of the fabric was in shades of pale pink with rosewood accents all over. Every table and available free space was filled with pictures of Belle and her friends, her cheer squad, pictures of Belle and a football player Dean assumed to be her boyfriend, there were a select few on the mantle above the fireplace. Dean stood and walked over to look at these there was a picture of a young couple at their wedding, the same couple holding a baby girl, and then a family portrait of Belle, her parents, and what looked like a younger brother.

"Belle, you have a brother?" Dean called.

"Yep, he's a Freshman this year, but he plays Varsity football. I'm so proud of him. His name's Jake. There are pictures of the two of us everywhere, most of them are after games and stuff. We're pretty close, especially after Mom and Dad died last year." Belle said as she walked over to a chair that faced the couch where Sam and Dean were sitting. Dean walked back over to the couch and sat next to Sam.

"We were wondering about your parents, how did they die?" Sam asked.

Dean watched Belle take a deep breath, "The house burned down, I had just taken Dean to practice and had decided to go to the mall until he was done. We got the call on the way home. Those are the only things we could save from the old house." Belle motioned towards the family pictures on the mantle. "I thought you were curious about my friends. What do my parents have to do with anything?"

"We just need to know everything, anything could lead us to what we're looking for." Dean answered. "Like what do you do?"

"What do you mean, like extracurricular stuff?" Dean nodded. "Well, quite a bit actually, I sing, I'm NHS President, Senior class Secretary, FCCLA, I'm a cheerleader, and I'm a member of the football spirit committee. I'm in some AP classes this year, too. Actually, I had all of my credits done last year. I got accepted into Princeton last fall. I was planning on graduating early, but I decided to stay with my friends, but all of my close friends are dead."

"You do so much, do you ever relax?" Sam asked her. He was becoming concerned, she was active and it sounded like everyone loved her, just what this thing was looking for.

"No, not really, but I love doing things. It keeps me away from my grandparents. I mean I go shopping all the time, that's relaxing to me. I also go to concerts with my brother. I guess doing stuff relaxes me."

"When was the first death?" Sam asked.

"Well, David died about three weeks ago, Ariel last week, and Marissa was found yesterday."

"How did you find out about Ariel's death?" Dean asked.

"Are you kidding? I found her. I noticed she wasn't at school, I was worried about her after losing David and all. So I skipped last period and went to her house. She…..she was in her room." Belle's eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry this is so hard for you, but I have one last question. Is there anything that you know of that can connect the deaths?"

"Well, they all were hung. But that's about it."

"Weren't all of them overachiever's like your self? No offense." Dean asked.

"Um, Ariel and David were, but Marissa really wasn't. I mean she was sweet and everything, but there wasn't anything really special about her. The day before she died she was going on about a pattern or something, like seventeen years or something like that." Sam and Dean looked at each other and stood at the same time.

"Belle, we have to go. Where is the library?"

"Downtown, about a block from the school, why?"

"We need to do a little research. Give me your cell phone, I'll put my number in it if you need us. Where will you be?" Dean asked.

"I have to cheer at a game tonight, but that's not until 6:30. It's like noon. May I ask why I would need you?"

"We just want to make sure nothing happens to you, you know if someone is murdering your friends. Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us?'" Sam inquired.

"Well, there is one more thing. They all hung themselves. That's what made me wonder if someone was killing them. I mean these kids have dads who go hunting all the time. They had easy access to guns. I mean I must admit that'd be an easier way to go."

"Hmm, well, my number's in your phone. Be careful and, please, don't hesitate to call."

"If you're so worried about me, come to the game. But, I doubt anything's going to happen there."

"We're not really worried about you in public or with people, just when you're alone. So keep your phone with you. And could you please come down stairs with us, I'm afraid to walk the halls of this place unprotected." Belle laughed at what Dean said and walked them down stairs.