Wouldn't You Like To Know
Chapter 3 – Just Promise Me
"Sam, could you go start the car. You're not driving, but start the car. I'll be out there in a minute." Sam nodded and walked outside, closing the door behind him. Dean looked at Belle "Please watch your back Belle, I don't know what's going on but, please, please, be careful. And since you are eighteen" Belle smiled at that comment. "I was wondering if I could try that kiss again, without Sam here." Dean was thankful when she nodded and scooted a little closer. He pulled her close, arms around her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. It was amazing, much more enjoyable now that Sam and her Grandmother weren't there. They didn't know how long they stood there, but Belle knew he had to go and find out what was going on.
She groaned, and pulled away, "Dean you have to go make sure I don't die and Sam is probably really bored."
"Just promise me you'll be safe"
"Listen, Dean, if you're so worried about me, just let me go with you. I might be a help, remember I grew up here. I know a lot about the history of this town."
"Why don't you have some lunch and then meet us there. I have a feeling we're going to be there a while." Dean smiled at her and she smiled back. He leaned in and kissed her one last time before he left.
After the door closed behind him, Belle walked into the kitchen to find something for lunch, where she ran into her Grandmother.
Her Grandmother looked quite surprised to see her and also very disapproving. "Two, Anna you must be a prostitute." She chastised. Belle listened to her Grandmother's malicious comments while she reheated yesterday's homemade chicken noodle soup. When Belle had a large bowl of soup in hand she turned to her Grandmother and listened to her final stab. "It was awfully quick."
"Two is better than one. They aim to please and trust me, they do." Belle left the kitchen with a smile on her face and walked up to her room with her soup.
After Belle had sat down on the couch and had time to slurp down one noodle, she was joined by her grandmother and her counselor. Mrs. Ellis spoke before her Grandmother had time to, "Anna Belle, your Grandmother has asked me to come and talk to you."
"Ok, you can stay, but I'm going to ask my Grandmother to leave." Grandmother looked at Mrs. Ellis, Mrs. Ellis nodded and Grandmother left. "I'm assuming she told you about when I got home." Mrs. Ellis nodded. "Let me first explain that nothing happened. She just came in at the wrong time."
"She explained to me what she saw. She's concerned and so am I. We all know that you haven't had a boyfriend since your parents passed away. Now you come home and have sex with two. I'm worried Anna Belle."
"Please stop calling me Anna Belle. The three of us were just joking, to bother her. We didn't have sex. She came in when I was changing clothes to put on what I'm wearing now. She deserves to worry about me."
"Dean, the last attack that I can find was in 1871. And in 1854 a 17-year-old girl was hung. No one was arrested, but Sheriff's suspected the mother, a local school teacher. The mother claimed that the daughter's life was overly stressful and she wasn't surprised that she had committed suicide. Get this, the daughter was rumored to soon be taking over her mother's position as teacher."
"I think you found our spirit. Killing good kids who have potential. Sam what's wrong?" sam's face had gone pale.
"Dean look at this picture of the teacher" Sam said handing Dean the fading photograph "Doesn't she look familiar?"
"Holy shit, that's Belle's counselor!"
"Dean your phone's ringing"
"It's Belle…..Hello?"
"Hi Dean I just wanted to tell you that I'll be a little late joining you guys."
"Why is anything wrong?"
"No, not really, my grandmother called, Mrs. Ellis, the counselor, over to the house and she and I are actually having a nice time so I'll be there a little later."
"Belle, you need to leave there now."
"Why?"
"We need you to look at something that we found. We think we know the killer, but just tell Mrs. Ellis you need to study at the Library."
"Okay, I'll be there as quickly as possible."
"Be careful!"
"Don't worry, I'll call you if something goes wrong."
"Gee, Dean you sound like you actually care about her" Sam said surprised.
"Shut up. Take your own advice and don't assume things." Dean retorted, smiling.
About ten minutes later Belle walked through the doors of the library and Dean could finally breathe. "Belle, what took you so long?"
"It took forever to get her off my case. I don't think she wanted me to leave, but she finally gave in when I told her that I was going to study." Belle said.
Sam looked up at her "Belle, come look at this picture, tell me who she looks like."
Belle glanced at the photo "That's Mrs. Ellis. How old is this photo? It's falling apart."
"How long has she been working at your school?"
"She was my parents' counselor while they were in high school. Everyone thinks that she has lots of plastic surgery, to look so young."
"Belle, this picture was taken in 1854. She has been killing her star students for the past hundred and fifty years. It all started with her daughter, envious of her achievements. Mommy dearest hung her and she's been doing it ever since, going on a spree every seventeen years." Dean gave her the information, but he left out the part about how he and Sam didn't know how she had been around this long.
"Oh, no. When I left my brother had just gotten home, what if she kills him?"
"Your brother is safe, she only kills kids who are seventeen and eighteen." Sam assured her.
"Thanks, that makes me feel better."
"Don't worry. As long as you're with us you'll be safe." Dean assured her.
"How can she be killing people, I mean I don't think other DNA was found where they all died."
"Belle are you sure that the police looked for other DNA? I'm not sure if they would, since it looked so much like suicide."
"How has she been around this long? I mean, are you trying to tell me she's been alive for over 150 years? Wouldn't she look ancient?" Belle sounded so worried and Dean wanted to assure her that they would protect her; he wasn't going to let this lady kill her.
Dean sighed, "Belle, we're not sure about how she's been hanging around for so long, but like I said before, you're safe with us. I'm also pretty sure that you're safe as long as you're not in your bedroom, that's where all the murders take place, but, just to be safe, I want you to stay with us."
"Why? What can the two of you do to save me that my friends couldn't do to save themselves?"
"I think we need to tell her, Sam." Sam nodded. Dean and Sam walked out of the library with Belle and got into the Impala. Sam sat in the back, thinking it might actually be good for her to sit next to Dean. Dean started the car and the went for a ride that would soon become one of the most informative rides of Belle's life.
