Chapter Two
"There are days when I just want to-"
"Scream?"
"Yeah."
"Then do it."
"What?"
"I'm game if you are. Come on scream."
Smallvile High
Biology class
"...and so class, the butterfly from caterpillar is a form of- what class?" mumbles of the tired students; waiting to be sent home from the last bell of the day. Students that came from gym slouched in their seats, tapping their pencils against their desks. The nerds, you know, the ones that sit up front and eagerly stare at the front and copy down notes that the teacher writes on the board. Talking in the tone of voice that has grown weary and tired from all day of teaching just about the same thing.
Clark Kent is no exception, well, apart from the whole 'being from another planet' thing, but only him and his parents know that secret and so far no one has gotten wind of it. Unless you count Phelan, which...is in the past and Clark doesn't ever want to relive. Blackmail. Father in jail. Wanting to kill the bastard for what he did...not pretty. Not worth remembering. "Class," the teacher says- more like chirps. "I can't hear you what's it called?" everyone in the class mumbles the answer at different times and the teacher doesn't bother asking again.
She knows everyone is tired. Hell, she's tired. "Well...there's only five minutes left in class. Start your assignments, which ..." she holds her breath for dramatic effect. "...is to make a list of creatures- insects -that changes form." She plops in her chair, running her fingers through her graying blond hair and adjusts her owl eyed glasses. Clark sighs, pulling out a paper and beginning to make that list-
Then his phone vibrates. "Heh," he chuckles, pulling out his phone and staring at the ID screen and seeing 'New Text Message' and then Chloe's name at the bottom of those three words. Sure, he had a crush Lana Lang, but then...she moved to Metropolis and then moved back and...
changed.
No longer the sweet, small town girl from Smallville, no Lana Lang came back from Metropolis a spoiled brat and also is a bit of a bully. Clark shakes his head, flipping open his phone and opening the message.
Chloe: Clark, are done with class? Love you. xxx
He chuckles as a huge grin appears on his face as he gingerly taps on the keys- this is the second phone he's had in a month. The last phone he had...broken. In his palm...while he was trying to enter Chloe's number into his contact list.
Clark: Hey ;) class is almost over, the bells going to ring soon. Why? Want to meet at the Torch? xxx
He hits send and puts his phone in the pocket of his shirt, that way when it vibrates he can feel it right away. He goes back to making the list of 'insects that change' but ended just drawing a picture of Chloe- okay, a hundred or so pictures.
He's a boy in love with raging hormones, sue him!
"You're dismissed," says the teacher in a bored voice without looking at the students that already started packing up and leaving the room. Five seconds, the bell rings. Clark smiles and at half speed walks out the door just as he receives another text. Laughing, he checks his phone and reads the text:
Chloe: The Torch. Meet me. Love you ;) xxxx
He sends an immediate reply.
Clark: Love you too xxx ;) see you soon.
He hits send and walks- at a slow human fast walking pace -to where the Torch, the Smallville High School newspaper.
Smallville
Downtown-The Talon
"Sam," Dean groans, running his hands through his hair. "This town sucks." Sam chuckles, looking up from the map of the town that they got at the hotel they are staying at- not that this town needs a map, everything that is a small owned business is within walking distance to the hotel. The only thing that isn't within walking distance is the farms; though there are only a few of those left.
"What is your complaint this time?" the younger Winchester smiles, looking at his distraught and frustrated older sibling.
"This town has no freaking bar!"
"Dean," Sam says, lifting the map and folding it before putting it in his back pocket. "It's a town. Small town. Maybe there's a pub-"
"Don't get my hopes Sammy." Dean growls, "We just pulled into this rinky-dink waste of space and to find what? A tumble weed town with no bar!"
"I worry about you man." Sam says, walking around the front of the impala and walking on the sidewalk. "You might be an alcoholic with all this love for alcoholic-"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Dean says, meeting step with his brother. "Who says I'm an alcoholic? I'm not, if I'm anything, I'm a woman-holic."
Sam looks at his brother, narrowing his eyes in confusion and stopping in his tracks. "A what?" Dean looks at him with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
"A woman-holic. I love woman."
"I know, Dean," Sam says, shaking his head, "I know. Can we start the case now?"
"Okay, Princess, where do we start?"
Letting out a breath, Sam pulls out his wallet which has the news paper clipping in it that describes the attack of the Hell Hound. Pursing his lips, he taps his toes on the ground. "How about we start with the coroner? The body could still be in the morgue?"
Dean scratches his head, "what do we say we are-hey..." he smirks as a brunette; medium height and slender, walks by them with a flirty smile. Walking into a coffee shop with the words 'Beanery' written in red on the roof. He slinks in behind her and pins her with a 'Winchester winning smile'. "Who... are you?"
" ." The brunette laughs, holding out a manicured hand. "I'm Lana...Lang."
"I'm Jeremy." Dean says, not using his real name. "Jeremy Bond." Sam mentally face palms himself, shaking his head as he looks over the clipping again. Then he gets an idea, getting between Lana and 'Jeremy'.
"Hey..uh...Lina."
"Lana." She frowns, glaring at him. He shakes his head, "whatever, look, can you point us to the police station? We are...from the university working on a term paper-"
"Oh," her eyes spark with a lust as she looks over both of them. "College boys." her voice is a purr, and from the look of Dean, she has him just about wrapped around her prissy little finger-
"Yeah," Sam says, pushing his brother far away from her. "Can you show us?"
"Uh huh," she says perkily, "follow me, it's just a...well, this is a small town. It's just at the end of the block. That way." she points to the east and Sam and Dean nods after her, and then follows the direction of her finger and they walk to the police station. Sam doubts that this town has a coroner, but it's worth a shot to ask. Dean...is just staring after the prissy bitch herself.
Police Station
"So...you don't have a coroner?" Sam asks incredulously, his brows raising and disappearing beneath his hair. "Where do you keep the body? Who examines it?" The fat, over weight sheriff shakes his flabby face and his beady mouse eyes narrow into barely there slits.
"This is a small town, sonny boy," is it too much to ask a person to not spit when they talk? "You want one of those coroner things...then you go to Metropolis. And as for when we keep the body, it's in the morgue."
"Look," Sam says, "me and my ...college associate just want to finish our term paper-"
"And I'm saying no way, Jose."
"Actually, his name is Rich Boss," Dean says with a sarcastic smirk, the sheriff eyes him like he's mad and shakes his head. "Sorry, crackpot."
"What did you say?!" 'Fat Man' yells, Dean opens his mouth to speak again, but closes his mouth quickly when Sam steps on his foot. Hard.
"He said we're leaving and...thank you for your time." Sheriff narrows his eyes, watching as the two of them leave and shut the door behind them.
"What the hell did you step on my foot for?!" Dean yells, glaring at his brother after slapping his head.
"Why'd you have to talk to a sheriff that way?" Sam hisses, equally glaring at Dean.
"Oh come on! He had it coming! He's a fat as-"
"Dean! We'll find another way in? Okay? Just...let's get back to the hotel and finish our research there?" Dean sighs, shaking his head and running his fingers through his short, cropped hair. Nodding in agreement and following Sam down the block to the impala.
Why the hell did they have to choose this case? Why?
