I Believe the Children are the Future
Dean, Sam, and Michelle were standing in the city morgue, holding up their FBI badges.
"Agents Page, Plant, and Bonham-Jones, FBI," Dean introduced.
The doctor nodded, "What brings you by?"
"We need to see Amber Freer's body," Sam replied.
"Really?" he frowned, "What for?"
"The police report said something clawed through her skull?" Michelle mentioned.
"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?"
"We had, uh…" Sam began.
"Server issues," Michelle covered, "Our internet's been down since last night."
The doctor nodded, understanding, and turned to lead them towards the freezers. He opened one and pulled out the slab to reveal a body, clearly a woman. He reached out and tossed the sheet away from her head, revealing several deep scratch marks along one side of her scalp by her temple.
"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something," the doctor commented.
"Or something," Dean agreed.
"But we were wrong," he picked up a plastic bag from the slab and held it up for them to see an ovalish teal piece of plastic in it.
"Is that a…" Sam began.
"It's a press-on nail. We found it in her temporal lobe."
"Is that even possible?"
"Wait, are you…you saying that she did this to herself?" Dean gaped.
"Yes," the doctor nodded, "She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure…it's possible."
"How?"
"Pick your acronym…OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy."
Michelle reached out and pulled the sheet back just a little further, revealing Amber's right hand with four press-on nails, still attached, the middle finger missing one.
"My guess, some kind of phantom itch," he shook his head, "I mean, an extreme case, but..."
"Phantom itch?" Sam frowned.
"Yup," was all the doctor could say as he covered Amber again and slid her back into the freezer, "All it takes is someone talking about an itch…or thinking about one, even…and suddenly you can't stop scratching."
"Thanks doc," Sam nodded as the doctor walked away. The boys turned to watch him leave, Michelle standing between them.
She rolled her eyes as Sam scratched under his collar, Dean scratching his ear, both experiencing the phantom itch.
"Guys," she called, they turned to her, their hands freezing mid-scratch before putting them down sheepishly, "Ever hear of a phantom smack?"
"No," Dean frowned, shaking his head.
She smiled sweetly before reaching out and smacking them both upside the back of the head as she strode past them.
~8~
Sam was sitting in the armchair in Jimmy's, the boy Amber had been babysitting the night she died, house, holding a notebook and pen as he interviewed Jimmy's father and mother, who were sitting across from him on the couch. Michelle was sitting next to the mother, her arm around her comfortingly as she seemed naturally disturbed by what had happened. Dean was standing off to the side, wandering around the room.
"Ok," Sam nodded, "Ok, now, some of these questions might seem a bit odd, but please just bear with me," they nodded, "Have you noticed any cold spots in the house?"
"Uh...no," Jimmy's father said.
"Ok, uh, what about strange smells?"
Michelle took a breath, trying to keep herself from smacking him again…she really, really needed to teach the boys how to ask the questions discreetly.
Dean glanced at them before walking around a corner, seeing the boy, Jimmy, standing there, "Whatcha lookin' for?" Jimmy asked him.
"Don't know yet," Dean shrugged, walking over to him, "It's, uh, Jimmy, right?" Jimmy nodded, "So, Amber was your babysitter?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked. Especially Ms. Chancey. She only cared about two things. 'Dynasty' and bedtime," he laughed, "Did you, uh, you see anything strange that night?"
"No, sir," Jimmy answered quickly.
"You sure about that?" Dean frowned.
"I…I would tell you if I knew something," Jimmy stuttered, Dean just gave him a hard look, "I promise. One hundred percent. Cross my heart!"
Dean looked back over his shoulder and then at Jimmy for a moment before stepping back. He leaned into the living room, catching Michelle's eye and motioning her over. Michelle quietly excused herself from the interview and walked over to Dean.
"What's up?" she asked, coming to stand beside him.
"Well, Jimmy here," Dean nodded at the boy, "Is lying about something…want to work your magic?"
Michelle rolled her eyes at him. It truly was hard for Dean to understand that sometimes compassion really did go farther than brute intimidation. But then again, she should just be lucky he'd called her over this time. Last time they'd had to talk to a child, when they'd separated from Sam, she was pretty sure he'd scarred the poor boy.
"I'm not," Jimmy insisted.
"Hey, it's ok," Michelle knelt before him, smiling, "You're not in trouble. Believe me, he," she jerked a thumb back at Dean, "Would not have called me over if you were, he'd want to handle it himself, "she leaned forward and whispered, loud enough for Dean to still hear, "He thinks he's so macho."
"Hey!" Dean mock whined.
Jimmy laughed, before growing a bit timid, "I…I won't be in trouble?"
"Not at all," she smiled, holding out her hand with her pinky up, "Pinky swear."
Jimmy quickly reached out and took her pinky in his own.
~8~
"I still think you've got some sort of hoodoo going for you," Dean remarked as they walked out of Jimmy's house, Dean holding a package of itching powder which Jimmy had immediately given to Michelle after spilling everything.
"Oh yeah, Dean," Michelle rolled her eyes, "A pinky promise is so magical."
"Well it got the kid to talk, didn't it?" Dean smirked, before holding the package up for Sam, "Kid said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush."
"Dean, there's no way itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out," Sam shook his head, "It's just ground-up maple seeds."
"Talk to your girlfriend then," Dean shrugged, "She's the one who used her witchy powers to get the kid to hand it over."
"Dean!" she snapped, "For the hundredth time, saying a kid isn't getting in trouble is like a golden ticket to information. Try using it sometime!"
Dean held up his hands in surrender. After traveling so long with her, he already knew she was snippy because of a certain visitor…or so he hoped, otherwise he'd end up missing a head by the end of the day…and possibly not the one most would expect to be chopped off first.
"If you have any other theories," Dean turned to Sam, "I'm open to 'em."
A cell rang and Sam pulled it out to answer it as they headed into the Impala, "Yeah?" Sam answered, "...yeah, we'll be right there."
~8~
They were in a hospital this time, a nurse rolling a body bag out of the room as the doctor watched, the trio walking up behind him, "What happened?" Michelle asked.
"Guy got electrocuted," the doctor replied.
"Any idea how?" Dean frowned.
"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out," he shrugged, "So far, we haven't found anything."
"Witnesses?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, guy in there…Mr. Stanley," the doctor nodded towards an old man sitting in a chair in the room, looking out the window, "He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile."
"Thanks," Michelle nodded as they entered the room, the doctor walking off.
"Um, Mr. Stanley?" Sam called.
"It was just a joke," Stanley replied, still looking out the window, "I didn't know it would really work."
"What would work?" Dean asked.
Stanley looked up at Dean, tears in his eye, "All I did was shake his hand," he held up his hand to reveal a joy buzzer sitting in his palm.
Sam, Dean, and Michelle just exchanged looks.
~8~
Back in the motel, Dean was pulling on a pair of goggles and thick rubber gloves, while Sam and Michelle stood behind him, Michelle wearing a pair of goggles herself. Dean adjusted the goggles before picking up the joy buzzer, looking at it a moment before turning to Sam and Michelle, "You ready?"
"Hit it, Mr. Wizard," Sam replied, simply holding a pair of goggles to his eyes, clearly not expecting anything to happen.
Dean took a breath, looking down at a large uncooked ham sitting in two stacked aluminum foil pans on the table before him. He slowly reached out, holding the buzzer over the ham, hesitating only a moment, before pressing it down. Electricity crackled around the ham, steam and smoke rising from it as it quickly changed color. As soon as it was nearly black, Dean pulled away, the ham sizzling. Sam lowered his goggles and gawked at the sight before him, while Dean flipped up his dark plastic visor as Michelle pulled off her goggles.
"Glad I told you to wear the gloves now?" Michelle smirked at him.
"Uh…yeah," Dean breathed, shaking his head at the ham, "That'll do, pig."
"What the hell?" Sam gaped as Dean took off the goggles and stared at the ham. Michelle stepped up to the ham and leaned forward, examining it, "That crap isn't supposed to work."
"This thing doesn't even have batteries!" Dean agreed, looking at the buzzer as he took off his gloves.
"So...so, what?" Sam looked between the two, "Are…are we looking at cursed objects?"
"Sounds good," Dean nodded, distracted as he looked at Michelle. Sam turned to watch as she pulled out her knife and cut into the ham, "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town."
Michelle carved out a perfectly cooked slice and turned around, holding it out to Dean, he just looked at her a moment, "Oh go on, I know you want to."
Dean smiled at that, she seemed in a much better mood than before. He reached out and took the slice, scarfing it down.
"Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?" Dean asked, swallowing.
"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico," Sam began.
"But they were both bought from the same store," Michelle added, flipping her knife in her hand and handing it to Dean, handle out.
Dean smirked, taking the knife and cutting out another piece of ham, "Mmm…" he held out a piece to Sam and Michelle, who just shook their heads, smiling, as he ate the slice instead.
~8~
They pulled up to the store that the itching powder and joy buzzer had been bought from, the Conjurarium. They headed inside, the door chiming when they opened it, a recorded laugh played overhead.
"Sam!" Dean hissed, picking up a whoopee cushion as they passed a few shelves, he held it up, grinning widely. Sam sighed and shook his head while Michelle just rolled her eyes at him, turning away to look around more.
Dean shrugged and brought the cushion up to the checkout counter that had a display of rubber chickens next to it. The owner threw open a curtain behind the counter and stepped out.
"Welcome to the Conjurarium," he greeted dramatically, "Sanctum of magic and mystery."
Sam and Michelle exchanged a look and joined Dean at the counter, "You the owner?" Sam asked.
"Yep," he nodded.
"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah, a grand total of one of each," the man scoffed, "They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you folks here to buy something or what?"
Dean pulled some cash out of his wallet and held up the whoopee cushion, handing the money over to the owner.
"So, you get many customers?" Sam asked, trying to get some info out of him.
"Kids come in," he shrugged, "They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just…"
"Angry?" Dean supplied.
The owner paused a moment before nodding, "Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for 20 years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."
"Which is why you hate them."
"I suppose."
"You wish there was something you could do about it."
"Yeah, I guess I do," the owner started to frown, getting worked up now.
"So you're taking revenge," Dean wasn't smiling anymore as he pulled a rubber chicken off the display and slapped it down on the counter, "With this," he held up the joy buzzer and…
"Dean don't!" Michelle shouted.
But it was too late, he pressed the buzzer on the chicken, electricity crackled around them. The owner yelped and leapt back.
"Oh no!" he shouted, watching, stunned, as the chicken began to melt. His mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words but unable to speak.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, "Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch."
"That's what I was going to say," Michelle shook her head, she'd realized the man was just a man only a moment before Dean melted the chicken.
"Sorry," Dean held up his hands at the owner, the trio backing out quickly, "Sorry."
And, as usual, they made a hasty exit.
~8~
The next day they'd gotten a call to the hospital, reports of a man being attacked in his house and having all his teeth removed…especially by some man in a tutu and wings who left him money for his troubles…was just up their alley.
Dean was standing out in the hallway, distracted by a nurse, while Sam and Michelle finished up trying to speak with the man and his daughter.
"Well, I, uh, appreciate that, nurse..." Dean squinted, reading her name tag, "Fremont."
"Please…call me Jen," the nurse smiled at him.
"Oh," Dean smirked, "Jen it is," the nurse gave him a smile before leaving, Sam clearing his throat as they stepped out of the room and getting Dean's attention. He spun around to see them shaking their heads at him, "What's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get a hold of him?"
"Yeah," Sam began, "Close. He wrote up a description," he turned to Michelle and nodded.
She pulled up her notebook, "Five foot ten," she read, "350 pounds, wings, and a pink tutu," she looked up, "Said it was the tooth fairy."
"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers," Dean shrugged.
"Maybe," Sam sighed, "Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm."
"Come on," Dean rolled his eyes, "Tooth fairy?"
"And it left 32 quarters underneath his pillow," Michelle added, "One for each tooth."
Dean nodded slowly, "Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some. There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers…say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy...his face...froze that way."
"What way?" Michelle frowned.
Dean looked around, making sure no one was watching before pulling the sides of his mouth and crossing his eyes, holding it only for a moment before letting it go, "He, uh, held it too long, and it…it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon," he poked his own cheeks and wiggled his chin.
"So, I mean, if you add all that up..." Sam began, hesitating a moment as Dean raised his eyebrows, "I got nothing."
A moment later they turned to look at Michelle, "What?" she asked. They just gave her a look. She sighed, rolling her eyes, "There's at least a dozen things this could be. We need more information."
They nodded and turned to walk down the hall.
"I thought sea-monkeys were real," Dean began after a moment of silence. It was something he'd been thinking about since the nurse mentioned the kids.
"They are," Sam began.
"They're brine shrimp," both he and Michelle said at once. They looked at each other and gave a little smile.
Dean rolled his eyes at them. Ever since Sam had returned, it seemed like he and Michelle had picked up where they left off. He really couldn't complain about that either. After everything with Ruby, all he wanted was Sam and Michelle to get back together, she seemed to keep his brother balanced and in control in a way he couldn't. It was like she anchored him to the light side or whatever. And he could see how much the Apocalypse was getting to Sam, Michelle seemed to alleviate his guilt, if just a little.
And honestly, he didn't blame his brother either for what happened. There were so many things messed up at the time, so many things against them and tricking them, no one could really be blamed for what happened…except the angels, or at least that's how Dean looked at it, especially Zachariah and his lot. He knew he and Michelle could have gotten to Sam faster, stopped Ruby quicker, if Zachy boy had let them.
And after it all happened, he really did doubt things would ever be the same, but seeing Sam and Michelle like that, researching together, being know-it-alls, even sharing the second bed like before, it really brought just that bit of normalcy back that he needed. It gave him hope, if they could make it after everything, survive that, maybe the world could survive the Apocalypse.
"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads," he shook himself out of his thoughts, "You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea-monkey husband, and the sea-monkey kids play with the dog in a sea-monkey castle…real. I mean, I was six, but I believed it."
"Ok…" Sam shook his head, not following, Michelle looking equally confused.
"Point is..." Dean stopped, turning to face them, "Maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you…they're all lies that kids believe."
"And now they're coming true," Michelle nodded slowly, a frown growing on her face.
"Ok, so whatever's doing this is…is reshaping reality," Sam continued, "It has the powers of a god. Or…" he rolled his eyes, "…of a Trickster."
"Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old," Dean agreed.
"Or you," Michelle smirked, walking off.
Dean stared at her, almost offended, as Sam just snorted out a laugh and walked after her, Dean following a moment later.
~8~
Back in the motel, Dean was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich made of the joy buzzer ham when Sam and Michelle walked in, Sam holding a map. Dean looked up to see them pause and stare at him a moment.
"Dude, seriously…still with the ham?" Sam asked, walking in.
"We don't have a fridge," Dean managed to get out through a mouthful of food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Michelle jokingly chastised.
"Yes, mother," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Well, we found something," Sam said, putting the map down on the table. Dean swallowed and got up to get a better view. Sam pointed to a red X on the map, indicating every place where an incident occurred, making a rough circle.
"Tooth fairy attack was here," Michelle pointed to one of the Xs as she went, "Pop Rocks and Coke were here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer…all located within a two-mile radius."
"So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside fantasy becomes reality," Dean looked at them.
"Looks like," Sam sighed.
"And what's the A-bomb at its center?"
"Four acres of farmland..." Michelle began, "And a house."
"Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" Dean asked after a moment.
"Yeah," Sam looked at him, suspicious, "Why?" Dean hesitated before holding up his right hand, the palm now covered in hair. Michelle grimaced and looked away while Sam just shook his head, "Ugh, dude!" he sighed, "That's not what I think it is, is it?"
"I got bored," Dean shrugged, "That nurse was hot," he grinned.
"You know you can go blind from that, too," Michelle deadpanned.
Dean frowned before rolling his eyes and nodding, "Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house," he walked around Sam and towards the bathroom.
"Hey, do not use my razor!" Sam shouted after him.
Dean just smirked and continued.
A moment after the door to the bathroom shut, Michelle pulled out her gun, "Put my razor down Dean!" she called, making sure that he could hear her cock the gun.
Slowly the door opened as Dean peered around it, Michelle's razor in his hand, only to see her aiming the gun at him. He quickly dropped the razor outside the door and shut it.
Michelle waited a moment before turning to Sam, they shared a look before bursting out with laughter.
~8~
They pulled up to a farm house in the middle of the four acres. They stepped out of the car, each wearing their suits and heading across the street, up to the house.
Michelle slowed just before the steps, frowning at the house a moment.
"You coming?" Dean called, looking back over his shoulder at her. She shook herself out of her thoughts and joined them on the porch. Dean quickly checked Ruby's knife, tucking it in his belt as Sam bent down to pick the lock, Michelle just looked back across the road at the Impala, when the door suddenly opened.
They looked over to see a boy with brown hair, couldn't be more than ten or eleven, standing there.
"Can I help you?" the boy asked, looking up at them, his glance flickered between the boys and over to Michelle.
"Hi," Sam greeted, "Uh, what's your name?"
"Who wants to know?" the boy turned to him.
"The uh…" Dean began, glancing at Sam, before clearing his throat. He pulled out his badge, Sam as well and holding it out at the boy. Neither noticed Michelle not doing the same, "FBI."
The boy eyed them before taking Dean's, "Let me see that," he examined Dean's badge before handing it back to him, allowing them to put them away, "So, what, you guys don't knock?"
"Are your parents home? " Michelle asked, shaking her head, focusing.
"They work," he replied, glancing at her with a frown, staring at her.
"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions," Sam cut in, glancing between the two before focusing on the boy, "Maybe take a look around the house?"
"I don't know…" he hesitated.
"Come on," Dean smirked, "You can trust us. We're the authorities," he held up his badge again, but the boy looked unimpressed. He glanced up between the two brothers, who were trying to smile reassuringly, before his gaze settled on Michelle again. He seemed to be studying her before stepping back and heading into the house, leaving the door open for them to follow.
They found the boy in the kitchen, turning off the stove where a pot of soup was boiling. Sam stepped in more with Michelle, while Dean hung back, keeping an eye open.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"It's called soup," the boy replied, as though it should be obvious, taking the pot off the stove to look at Sam, "You heat it up and you eat it."
Sam laughed, "Right. I…I know. It's just, um...I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid."
"Well, I'm not a kid."
Michelle glanced back to see Dean looking at some drawings stuck on the fridge before turning back to Sam and his uncomfortable and unsuccessful attempt at a conversation.
"Right," Sam nodded, "No, I…I know. Um..." he held out a hand to the boy, "I'm Robert, by the way."
The boy just stared at him.
Michelle rolled her eyes and stepped over, "I'm…Michelle," she held out her own hand.
Sam looked at her sharply, that wasn't the fake name they all agreed to go with. He was about to frown then the boy took her hand and shook it.
"Jesse," the boy greeted.
"Jesse, nice to meet you," she smiled down at him.
Jesse smiled.
Sam frowned, eyeing the two, especially when they stopped shaking hands, but still didn't let go, just looking at each other...when Dean stepped forwards with a picture from the fridge of a bearded man with pink wings and a tutu, "Did you draw this?" Dean asked
Jesse nodded, dropping his hand, "It's the tooth fairy."
"That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?" Dean smirked.
"Yeah. My dad told me about him."
Dean sent a meaningful look at Sam, "Huh."
"What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?"
"My dad?" Dean laughed, "My dad told me different stories."
"Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story."
"What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?" Dean continued to ask, testing out the theory they were all starting to think.
"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out."
"Pop Rocks and Coke?"
"You mix them and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that," Dean pulled the joy buzzer out of his pocket and held it up, "You shouldn't have that!" the boy warned.
"Why not?"
"It can electrocute you!"
"This?" Michelle reached out and took the buzzer from Dean, holding it out before Jesse as she leaned down to face him, she shook her head, "It can't hurt you. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries."
"So it can't shock you?" Jesse frowned, looking at the buzzer.
"Nope," she smiled reassuringly, handing it to Dean, "Not at all," she turned back to Jesse, looking him in the eye, "I swear."
"Oh," he nodded, "Ok."
"All it does is just shake in your hand," Dean agreed as Michelle stood up, "It's kind of lame. See?" he pressed the buzzer to Sam's chest, it buzzed.
Sam stiffened, expecting the worst, and turned to Dean, looking murderous even when nothing happened.
Michelle just laughed and turned back to Jesse, who eyed the boys curiously before heading back to his soup.
"That chicken noodle?" Michelle asked as the boy poured the pot into a bowl.
"Yeah," Jesse nodded, setting the pot down and getting a spoon, "Why?"
"You know what goes great with chicken noodle?" she asked, Jesse looked up at her, "A grilled cheese sandwich. How about I make one for you?"
Jesse blinked, and then smiled, nodding eagerly.
Michelle smiled and headed over to the fridge, ignoring the boys' stares.
~8~
As they left Jesse's house about ten minutes later, Sam turned to Dean, "Dude, what the hell?!"
"What?" Dean shrugged, smirking, "You can't tell me you didn't know where Michelle was going. I know I had a hunch. I went with it."
"You risked my ass on a hunch?" Sam glared.
"You're fine," Dean waved him off.
"And besides," Michelle laughed, jogging forward to link her arm with Sam's, "You really think I would have let Dean even try that if I wasn't sure it would work?"
Sam had to admit, she'd probably break Dean's arm before he could even turn to him.
"Besides, now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare," Dean continued.
"The kid," Sam stopped walking at the sidewalk, Dean and Michelle stopping with him.
"Yeah," Michelle agreed softly, "Everything Jesse believes comes true."
Dean nodded, "He thinks the tooth fairy looks like Belushi, uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom, that's what happens."
"Yeah, but convince him the joy buzzers don't actually work, and they go from killing machines back into crap toys," Sam finished, understanding the logic Michelle and his brother had invested in.
"He probably doesn't even know he's doing it," Michelle commented.
They looked up at the house to see a curtain on the upstairs window part and Jesse look down at them. Dean waved up at him, "How is he doing it?"
Sam shrugged and they turned to walk away, Jesse watching as Michelle glanced back at him once more, both staring at each other a moment longer, before she moved to get in the Impala.
"What was up with the sandwich thing?" Dean asked as he started the car.
Michelle just shrugged, "Would you be full with just a bowl of soup?" she countered looking at Dean.
It was a lame excuse and she knew it.
She just…there was something about Jesse that got to her…made her want to protect him. She didn't know what, she'd never experienced anything like it before, not so suddenly at least.
~8~
Dean was sitting on the bed of the motel, still in his suit, sans jacket, with one of Michelle's archaic Bibles in his hand. His face was scrunched in confusion as he just stared at a page trying to make heads or tails of it.
"Don't bother," Michelle called. Dean looked up to see her and Sam enter the room, "Not even Sam could figure it out."
Dean just shut the book and put it on the bedside table, looking up at them, "Find anything?"
Sam sighed, "Dug up what we could on Jesse Turner."
"It's not much," Michelle commented, taking off her jacket.
"B student," Sam nodded, going over what they learned, "Won last year's Pinewood Derby. But get this. Jesse was adopted."
"His birth records are sealed," Michelle added.
"So you unsealed them, and…" Dean frowned.
"There's no father listed," she sighed, "But Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright."
"She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state," Sam finished.
~8~
They just knew it wouldn't be easy to speak with Julia Wright when they pulled up to her house only to see a sign reading 'NO TRESPASSING' hanging from a rusty gate of an overgrown fence around her house. Dean, Sam, and Michelle glanced at each other before Dean pushed past the gate and walked through, Sam and Michelle right behind him.
They headed up to the front door which had two deadbolts on it. Dean rang the doorbell and a moment later a woman, Julia, spoke from inside the house, calling through the door.
"Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested!"
"We're not salesmen," Dean told her, "Agents Page, Plant, and Bonham-Carter, FBI," they pulled out their badges and held them up to the peephole.
"Put your badge in the slot," Julia called again, "Your partners' too."
They shared a look before Dean took their IDs and knelt down to slide them through the mail slot. There was a pause and then the sound of quite a few locks clattering. The door opened, Julia, a frail, slightly skittish-looking, blonde woman, standing there. She handed them back their badges.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Um..." Sam began as they put their badges away.
"We just had a few questions for you ma'am," Michelle cut in.
"About your son," Dean added.
"I don't have a son," she said quickly.
"He was born March 29th, 1998, in Omaha," Sam began, Julia looked up, expressionless, as Sam continued, "You put him up for adoption?"
Julie swallowed hard, "What about him?"
"We were just wondering, um, was it..." Sam glanced at Dean and Michelle, trying to think of a way to phrase it properly, "Was it a normal pregnancy?"
Julia was silent.
"Was there anything...strange?" Dean tried.
Suddenly Julia slammed the door in their faces, "Stay away from me!"
"Ms. Wright, wait!" Michelle shouted.
Dean pushed the door open and they ran inside, following Julia. She ran to the kitchen and shut the door, trying to hold it shut but she was no match for the three of them. They shoved it open as she ran away from the door.
"We just want to talk!" Dean called.
Julia grabbed a canister of table salt, wrenched it open, and tossed it at them. She could only stare as it did nothing when it hit them, she was clearly expecting something different to happen.
"You're not demons?" Julia breathed.
"How do you know about demons?" Dean asked.
~8~
They were sitting across from Julia at a table, the woman in question sipping a cup of tea, putting it down in a saucer and crossing her arms.
"I was possessed," she told them, "A demon took control of my body and I hurt people. I killed people."
"That wasn't you," Michelle leaned forward and rested a hand on the woman's arm for a moment.
"But I was there," Julia swallowed hard, "I heard a woman beg for mercy. I...felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands."
"That's how you knew about the salt," Dean nodded, guessing.
"Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months."
"How many months?"
Julia looked at them, "Nine."
"So your son..." Sam began.
"Yeah, the whole time," she nodded, "The pregnancy, birth…all of it. I was possessed," she took a breath, "The night the baby was born, I was alone. And the pain was…the pain was overwhelming. I…I screamed, and it came out a laugh, because the demon was happy. It used my body to give birth to a child. When it was over, something changed. Maybe the…the demon was tired or if the pain helped me fight it, but...somehow, I took control. And the demon wailed inside me. It pounded against my skull. I thought my head was gonna explode. But I knew. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed some road salt and poured it down my throat, and the demon flew out of me. And when I was alone with the baby..." she shook her head, "A part of me...part of me wanted to kill it. But, God help me, I couldn't do that. So, I put it up for adoption, and I ran."
"Who was the father?" Dean asked.
"I was a virgin," she replied, they looked at each other, "Have you seen my son? Is he human?"
Sam and Dean stiffened and looked over at Michelle. They hadn't even thought to ask if the kid was a demon. She hadn't tensed at all during their meeting with the child, in fact, she seemed a little too comfortable around the kid.
"His name's Jesse," Sam told the woman, his eyes on Michelle even then, "He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid. "
"He's more human than you think," Michelle added, sending a meaningful look at Sam and Dean.
Julia nodded, relieved.
~8~
"What did you mean he's more human than we think?" Dean immediately asked Michelle as soon as they left the house.
Michelle sighed, "His eyes are black."
"He's a demon?!" Dean's eyes widened.
"No," she shook her head.
"But you just said…" Sam began.
"His eyes are black," she repeated, "But not entirely."
"Come again?" Sam shook his head, confused.
"His irises are black. But he still has whites in his eyes. Whatever he may be, he's still part human."
"So, what do we do?"
"We need help," Dean stated, heading straight for the Impala.
~8~
They entered the motel room that night after a couple hours of driving.
"Hello Castiel," Michelle said.
The boys looked up to see Castiel was already there, waiting for them.
"I take it you got our message," Sam said, sitting at the table, Michelle next to him as Dean closed the door.
"It's lucky you found the boy," Castiel replied.
"Oh, yeah, real lucky," Dean rolled his eyes, "What do we do with him?"
"Kill him," Castiel said seriously.
"No," Michelle said, just as seriously, as she looked at Castiel, "Cas, we are not killing him."
"This child is half-demon and half-human. But it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid…"
"Cambion or katako," Michelle cut in, still staring at Castiel harshly, "Otherwise known as the antichrist. I know."
Castiel eyed her a moment before sitting at the table. A fart noise echoed through the room, continuing as Castiel shifted position. Dean raised an eyebrow, "That wasn't me," Castiel pulled out a whoopee cushion, the one Dean had bought earlier, out from under him.
"Who put that there?" Dean smirked.
"Anyway," Sam cut in, more focused on Michelle, who was actually glaring at Castiel, something he'd never seen before, "I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?"
Castiel sighed, looking down from Michelle's glare, "No, of course not."
"You'd be surprised how little the Bible actually gets right," Michelle added, "The antichrist is not Lucifer's child."
"It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against Heaven."
"Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?" Dean frowned.
"The demons lost him. They can't find him. But they're looking."
"And they lost him because…"
"Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now."
"So he's got, like, a force field around him," Dean nodded slowly, "Well, that's great. Problem solved."
"It's not that easy," Michelle cut in, "With Lucifer risen, Jesse will just grow stronger."
"Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life," Castiel said, his gaze back on Michelle, the boys frowned, it was almost like he was trying to…remind her of something, "Something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean cut in, "Wait. You're saying that…that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?"
"We cannot allow that to happen," Castiel said seriously, turning to Michelle, "You know this."
"Wait," Sam stood up, cutting off Michelle's reply, "We're the good guys. We…we don't just…kill children."
"A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war," Castiel reminded them.
"Things change," Michelle replied.
Dean stepped forward, moving in between Sam and Castiel, "Ok. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. Alright? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So...we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do."
"You'll kidnap him?" Castiel frowned, "What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world."
"Enough," Michelle said, standing up as well, "He's a child Castiel. One who has no idea what is going on or what he is. You cannot expect him to slaughter the angels when he doesn't even know they exist! He thinks the tooth fairy's real for God's sake! He hasn't done anything wrong. He hasn't done anything to deserve this!"
"Your opinion cannot be considered in this," Castiel replied.
"Excuse me?" she demanded.
The boys actually took a step back at the cold fury in her voice.
"This is too close for you," Castiel replied stoically, "The boy makes you vulnerable. You are letting your emotions cloud your judgment. You are letting your feelings get to you. You are wrong."
"I have NEVER let my feelings get the better of me Castiel and you know it," she glared at the angel, "I was raised to never allow my feelings to interfere during hunts, I put them on a shelf. They have never hindered me before. Not when the crocotta attacked, not when Dean was on the verge of going to Hell, not when I had to stop Sam. So how dare you…"
"We tell him the truth!" Sam cut in, fearing an all out war between the two, they both turned to look at him, he took another step back at the anger on their faces. He turned to Castiel, "You say Jesse's destined to go dark side…fine. But he hasn't yet. So if we lay it all out for him…what he is, the Apocalypse, everything…he might make the right choice."
"You didn't," Castiel replied coldly to Sam, "And I can't take that chance."
"Castiel don't you dare…" Michelle began, but it was too late. Castiel had disappeared before she could order him not to hurt Jesse, "Shit!" she grabbed her coat and raced for the door, "We gotta go!"
The boys didn't hesitate as they ran after her.
~8~
Sam and Dean were in awe. As soon as the Impala pulled to a stop, Michelle was out the door and racing up to Jesse's front door. They'd just gotten to the steps when she managed to kick down the door and run in, which admittedly made them just a little concerned as to why she seemed so focused on and desperate to protect Jesse. They followed her into a room, only to stop short at the sight of Castiel holding a knife above Jesse, who was cowering in the corner of the room.
Michelle ran over, dropping to her knees, before Jesse, who latched onto her, and spinning to Castiel, "Get out!"
Castiel disappeared.
Michelle managed to pick up Jesse as he clung to her, and carry him to the living room. For what it was worth, the child didn't cry, even though he was shaking in her arms. After a few minutes though, Jesse began to calm down as she sat him on the couch beside her, her arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, it's ok," Michelle whispered to him, he looked up at her, glancing at Sam and Dean a moment then back, "You alright?"
Jesse nodded, "Was he your friend?"
"Him?" Dean called, Jesse looked over to see him leaning against the wall, "No."
"You stopped him," Jesse turned to face Michelle, scooting just a bit out of her arms, "How did you do that?"
"How about I make you some hot chocolate?" she asked instead, trying to avoid the question and seeing that he was still scared and needed to calm down more. She stood up and walked out of the room, towards the kitchen.
"She's a superhero," Dean whispered, leaning forward.
"She is?" Jesse stared at him with wide eyes.
"Just like you."
"I am?" he gaped.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "Yeah. You're Superman…minus the cape and the go-go boots. See, my…my partner and I," he glanced at Sam, sitting at a table beside them, "We work for a secret government agency. It's our job to help Michelle over there find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil."
"Like the 'X-Men?'"
"Exactly like the 'X-Men,'" Dean laughed at the child's excitement.
"In fact, the guy we're taking you to," Sam spoke up, "He's even in a wheelchair."
"You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun, right?"
Suddenly Dean was flung against the wall as the door burst open, Julia walked in, but the way she was carrying herself, the boys didn't even need Michelle there to know she was being possessed.
"They're lying to you," the demon replied, flinging Sam against the wall where Dean was, just as he stood up. She held them there, pressed against it, as Jesse stood up and took a step back, "Stay right there, dreamboat," she smirked at Sam, "Can't hurt you. Orders. You," she turned her attention to Dean, "On the other hand? Hurting you's encouraged," she flicked her wrist and Dean flew across the room to slam against the opposite wall and then back.
"No!" Dean shouted, "Uh!"
"Leave him alone!" Jesse shouted, glancing back at the doorway where Michelle had disappeared, hoping for her to come back and fight the monster.
The demon just turned to him and leaned down, "Jesse," she began sweetly, "You're beautiful. You have your father's eyes."
"Who are you?" Jesse frowned.
"I'm your mother," the demon smiled.
"No, you're not," he glared at her.
"Mhmm," she nodded, "You're half-human...half-one of us."
"She means demons, Jesse!" Dean shouted.
The demon straightened and held up a hand, clenching a fist as Dean groaned in pain, before leaning back down to Jesse, "Those people you call your parents…they lied to you, too. You're not theirs…not really."
"My mom and dad love me," he said quietly.
"Do they?" the demon smirked. "Is…is that why they leave you alone all day? Because they love you so much? These people…these imposters…they told you that the tooth fairy was real and that your toys could hurt you and a hundred other things that aren't true…"
Sam and Dean looked over at the demon, their attention being drawn away from her when they saw Michelle peer around the door frame of the kitchen. She looked at them, about to step out and face the demon, when they shook their heads. She stepped back, trusting they had some sort of plan.
"They love you so much, they made your whole life a lie," the demon continued, not having noticed the exchange, "Look into your heart, Jesse. You've always known you weren't theirs. You've always known you were different. Everyone has lied to you. They're not FBI agents. And you're not a superhero."
"Then what am I?" he asked.
"You're powerful. You can have anything you want. You can do anything you want."
"Don't listen to her, Jesse!" Dean shouted.
The demon held up a hand again and Dean groaned in pain.
"They treated you like a child," she told him, "Nobody trusted you. Doesn't that make you angry?" Michelle's eyes widened as Jesse clenched his fist, the room starting to rattle. The demon looked up, exultant, as a fire flared in the fireplace, the lights flickering, "Everybody's lied to you."
"Not me," a voice said behind him. Jesse turned to see Michelle standing there, looking at him, ignoring the demon in their midst.
Clearly the boys did NOT have a plan.
"Oh please," the demon scoffed, "She's with them Jesse!"
Michelle just kept looking at Jesse, the boy staring back into her eyes, "You know Jesse, you know I haven't lied to you," she hesitated a moment, "You can see why I didn't, can't you?" Jesse looked at her a moment before nodding, "She's right that they may lied to you Jesse but I always told you the truth, didn't I?"
Jesse started to smile, when the demon made to raise her hand at her. Jesse's eyes widened, "Don't!" he shouted, wanting to protect the nice woman, "Leave her alone!"
The demon staggered back at the command, blinking at Jesse in awe, "You're stronger than I thought."
Michelle took a few steps towards him, coming to kneel before him, she reached out and put her hands on his shoulders, drawing his attention back to her, "They lied to you. And I know they're sorry. So here's the truth. That's Sam Winchester," she nodded at Sam, "And his brother, Dean," and then at Dean, "And I'm Michelle Davidson. We hunt monsters."
"Except when you boyfriend is the monster," the demon smirked, glancing at Sam, "Right, Sammy?"
"That woman right there," Michelle continued, ignoring the demon again, not rising to the bait, "Her name is Julia. She is your mother. But the thing inside of her, the thing that you're talking to…it's a demon."
"A demon?" he frowned.
"Jesse!" the demon called, just sensing that she was losing the child to the Hunters, "They've done nothing but lie to you since the moment you met them. Don't listen to her. Punish her!"
"Sit down and shut up," Jesse glared at the demon over his shoulder. Suddenly a chair shot up behind the demon, forcing her to sit in it, she struggled to speak but was rendered silent.
"There's a war between angels and demons," Michelle continued, "And...you're a part of it."
"I'm just a kid," Jesse frowned.
"I know," she nodded sadly, "And I understand, believe me I do. But other people, they don't, they can't. They want you to choose and…" she shook her head, "How could you? Children...children don't know the story, the consequences, the sides, they can't see the whole picture...but they still expect a decision," she smiled ruefully at him, "The future is based on the decisions of children, and most of the time, it's an impossible one to make. But Jesse, if you don't choose now, neither side will ever stop trying to influence you...and I'm sorry but, even when you do choose, the other side will never stop trying to stop you," she took a breath and squeezed his shoulders, "Now, you can go with her if you want. I can't stop you. No one can. But if you do...millions of people will die."
"She said I was half-demon," Jesse began, "Is that true?"
"You're also half-human," she reminded him, answering his question as well, "And let me tell you something. This business being half-demon, or half-monster, or half-angel, or half-anything...it's being half-human that really makes you special," she smiled at him, "Because humans, we have a choice, to do the right thing...you've got choices, Jesse. But if you make the wrong ones, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Why are you telling me this?" he cried, tears in his eyes at her words.
She swallowed hard, tears of her own in her voice, "Because I understand better than anyone what that's like, I do. And I know you're scared, terrified, of what will happen if you pick one side over the other. But being brave, like the heroes, it's not about having courage, it's facing your fears even when you're scared, even when you don't know what will come of it. And sometimes…" she took a breath, "It means doing it even if you know where it will lead."
Jesse stared at her a moment, looking in her eyes, seeing the truth in her words. He frowned, blinking back tears, having glimpsed something else in the pools of her soul.
"Get out of her," he turned suddenly to the demon.
He'd made his choice.
The chair flew backwards against the wall, black smoke pouring out of Julia's mouth, vanishing up the chimney. Sam and Dean dropped down to the ground, panting.
"Thank you," she whispered to Jesse, before checking to make sure the boys were ok.
"How did you do that?" Dean asked the boy as Michelle helped him stand and moved to help Sam.
"I just did," Jesse shrugged.
"Kid...you're awesome!"
Jesse gave a little smile before turning to look at Julia, slumped in the chair, unconscious, "Is she gonna be alright?"
"Eventually," Michelle said, sitting Sam on a chair.
"What now?" Jesse asked, looking over at Michelle. She glanced at Sam and Dean before moving to sit on the couch, motioning for Jesse to sit beside her.
"Now we take you someplace safe, get you trained up," Dean replied, smiling as Jesse sat beside Michelle. This just confirmed it, that girl had to have some sort of hoodoo with kids, "You'd be handy in a fight, kid."
"What if I don't want to fight?" Jesse frowned.
"Then you don't have to," Michelle said.
"Michelle..." Sam began.
"What?" she demanded sharply, looking up to see Sam shaking his head, "I think he's given up enough for this war already."
Sam sighed and walked to go kneel beside the couch, in front of Jesse, "You're powerful Jesse. More powerful than...pretty much anything we've ever seen. That makes you…"
"A freak," Jesse looked down.
"Never!" Michelle cut in vehemently, she reached out and placed a hand on Jesse's shoulder, "Don't you ever call yourself that."
"Then what am I?" he looked up at her.
She smiled, "We'll have to think up a super cool hero name, but till then let's go with what Dean said before, awesome."
Jesse smiled a moment before it fell, realizing something, "I can't stay here, can I?"
"No," Dean shook his head, feeling for the kid, "The demons know where you are, and more will be coming."
"I won't go without my mom and dad."
"There's nothing more important than family," Sam agreed, "We get that. And if you really want to take them with you, we'll back your play. But you gotta understand…it's gonna be dangerous for them too."
Jesse frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Our dad..." Dean began, "He would take us with him wherever he went."
"Where is he now?"
"Dead," Sam answered, "A demon killed him."
"Look, Jesse..." Dean began, kneeling down beside his brother, "Once you're in this fight...you're in it till the end, win or lose."
Jesse looked between the brothers, before turning to Michelle, "What should I do?"
Michelle glanced at the brothers and looked at Jesse, "We can't tell you. It's your choice. It's not fair. I know."
Jesse eyed her a moment, a small frown on his face, before nodding, "Can I go see my parents? I...I need to...say goodbye."
Dean and Sam glanced at each other at Jesse asking Michele's permission. The boy had been focused on speaking to her the last minute or so, ignoring them, but, then again, she was the one who basically saved the kid, he'd probably latched on to her.
"Sure," Michelle nodded.
Jesse stood and walked around the couch a moment, "Will you come with me?"
Michelle blinked. She looked over at the brothers, who could only shrug a response, "Of course," she said, getting up and walking with him up the stairs, leaving the brothers to wait.
~8~
"They've been up there a long time," Dean commented after a few minutes.
"You don't think anything happened to them, do you?" Sam asked, though Dean could tell he meant Michelle more than Jesse.
They waited a moment longer before heading up the stairs. They looked in various doors, seeing no one there, not even Jesse's parents. They finally came to Jesse's room. Dean reached out to the knob and twisted when…
"He's gone," Castiel said.
Sam and Dean jumped, spinning around to see Castiel behind them. It only took a moment to process what had been said before they burst into Jesse's room to see Michelle sitting calmly on the foot of Jesse's bed, Jesse nowhere to be found.
"Where's Jesse?" Sam asked.
"Not here," she shrugged.
"You let him go?!" Dean demanded, a hard expression on his face.
"How would she have been able to stop him Dean?" Sam replied, trying to defend her.
"Yes," she nodded, "I did."
All three men turned to face her, stunned.
"What?" Dean forced out.
After all this, she just let him go?
"Jesse's gone, along with his parents," she said, "And with his powers, we won't be able to find him, well, not unless he wants to be found. Which, given what happened here, I doubt."
"Michelle…" Sam shook his head, truly surprised at what she'd done, "How could you?"
Michelle just rolled her eyes, "Do you all seriously have that little faith in me?" they stared at her a moment, "Do you really think I'd just let him walk out of here without some sort of insurance?"
"What?" Dean shook his head, confused.
"I told you he was more human than you thought. I just gave him an extra push that made him more so."
"You purified him?" Castiel's eyes widened. It should be impossible.
"Wait, wait, wait," Dean cut in, "What'd she do?"
Sam blinked, "You made him human? But I thought…"
Michelle just held up a hand, quieting them, "I didn't make him completely human, but!" she added, seeing them about to yell, "I purified his human side, it didn't take much effort, he's so young and pure of soul, so human...I made it stronger."
"Stronger?" Dean frowned.
She nodded, "He won't ever be overcome by his demon side. As his demonic side grows stronger, so will his human side. They will always be balanced, maybe a little more human though."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"He's already made his contribution to this war," she said, turning her attention more to Castiel than anyone, "He's made his choice, he's picked humanity. That's more than we have right to ask of him, he doesn't need to fight too," she got off the bed and walked forward, coming to stand before Castiel. She shook her head at him, "After everything I've learned Cas," she began, frowning, "Everything I've seen, everything I've done…you should trust me more," Castiel looked up, startled, "I know you thought something was wrong with me because of my reaction to Jesse but you need to trust me. I need you to trust me. Or this will never work."
She gave him a meaningful look and Castiel stared at her a moment before he bowed his head, immensely ashamed. He had doubted her. He really had, and all that time, she knew she could have helped Jesse, saved him, made him safe. And he'd underestimated her.
Michelle turned and walked out of the room, leaving two stunned Hunters and a very guilty angel.
"What did you mean," Sam's voice cut into Castiel's thoughts, he looked up, "Before, when you said this was all too close for Michelle?"
He had to know. He could just tell that something about Jesse's situation struck home for Michelle and her words just now confirmed it. He had to admit, he didn't know everything about the woman, only what she was willing to tell herself, which wasn't much. Everything she'd said to Castiel made him feel like she was talking about something other than Jesse, something just the two of them knew about, and…he hated to admit it…but it made him just a little suspicious. What was she hiding? And why was she hiding it from them, from him?
Castiel sighed, "Your father raised you to be Hunters," he looked between the two, who nodded, unsure whether this was a question or a statement, "Ever since she was a child," he nodded towards the door Michelle had walked through, "She has been raised to be a soldier in the Apocalypse."
"What do you mean?" Dean shook his head, "How could…"
"Her parents truly believed the Apocalypse would happen in this generation," Castiel cut in, answering his question, "They wanted her to be ready."
And then he was gone, leaving the brothers to ponder his words.
Neither of them thinking, even for a moment, that Castiel might have just lied to them.
~8~
The Impala was headed down the highway that night, Dean driving, with Sam and Michelle in their usual seats.
"You think Jesse's gonna be ok?" Dean looked at Michelle in the rearview mirror.
She smiled, "Yeah, I think he will. He's got his family and his humanity."
"You know, we almost destroyed that kid's life by telling him the truth."
"We didn't have a choice," Sam reasoned.
They really didn't.
If they hadn't told Jesse the truth, the demon would have manipulated him to the dark side.
"Yeah," Dean sighed, "You know, I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke…protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish dad had lied to us."
"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed, distracted. He'd been watching Michelle's face through the rearview mirror, it had slowly been growing more to a frown, "You ok?" he asked.
She looked up at him, smiling again, "Yeah, I have to agree, there are SOME things that children are better off not knowing."
She looked down, the smile fading again.
Boy was that true.
A/N: Did Castiel lie to them? What was up with Jesse and Michelle? What will Sam do now that he's got suspicions of his own about Michelle? Hmm...I can't wait till you find out, I hope it'll be as awesome as Jesse is lol :)
And...congrats to EvysActress for spotting the inconsistancy. As Michelle said to Dean in 'Purgatory', she was named after her father, that his middle name was Michelle...yet the plaque reads Miles J Davidson...hmm...such a silly thing to lie about, don't you think? I wonder why she did it...I suppose we'll find out something about that...in two chapters...Changing Channels... -evil smirk-
Quick note to any DW fans reading this. Tomorrow, keep an eye out for a new little mini-series, Sneak Peeks, which will feature 100(ish) word drabbles straight from my chapters for the Academic Series and Lunar Cycle for the start of Series 7 :)