The next day, the police officially open an investigation, but it goes nowhere fast. They talk to a few kids at school-kids who don't even know Adam-and Dean wonders why they called them in the first place. After asking around, Sam and Dean find Samandriel sitting in his fourth period during lunch and looking absolutely miserable. Dean doesn't even hesitate when he sits down on the desk to the kids right.
He looks up, shocked. "Um, hello, may I help you?"
"I'm Dean, this is Sam. We're Adam's older brothers." The kid literally sinks in his chair, as if trying to disappear.
"Oh. It's uh…it's nice to meet you?" he squeaks.
"Look, we're not here to harass you or intimidate you-" Dean lowers his head trying not to laugh, "We just wanna talk to you about Adam."
"He wasn't here yesterday - or today for that matter- so what could I help you with?"
"Adam's gone missing, and we were wondering if you knew anything? If you knew what he was doing last?" Sam gives the freshman his best puppy dog eyes, trying to convince him to help.
"Shouldn't the police be doing this then?"
"They're idiots. What do you know?" Dean demands; intimidating Samandriel without raising his voice or alerting the teacher at the front of the room.
"The last time I talked to Adam he was complaining about how he had to go and talk to his counselor, uh…Mr. Wesson, I think."
"Ugh, I hate Alastair." Dean murmurs. The three siblings shared a counselor because of their last name and Dean knew how much of an ass Alastair Wesson could be when the mood struck him.
"His appointment was during fifth period but I didn't see him in third or fourth."
Sam and Dean share a look, "Thanks for your help."
They leave after that and head to lunch-even though they won't eat-and talk to their friends.