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Bobby had suggested witchcraft, much to Dean's displeasure. He really hated witches. They visited the homes of all three victims, and after finding no one home, had let themselves in and scoured the places for clues as to what had cuased this, finding none at the first two houses. MJ was waiting at the car, around the corner from CJ Pratt, the third victim's home. She had searched the basement, the most unlikely place to find anything useful in her opinion, but also the least likely place to get caught, which Dean was quick to point out. Basements were boring. You didn't find a lot of dirt on people in their basements. Attics on the other hand sometimes held some skeletons. Bedrooms were where it was at as far as getitng the goods on people, but Dean just insisted on sucking the fun out of everything. She was leaning against the Impala, when her brothers finally returned.

"Well?" She asked.

"Squeaky clean." Dean asnwered.

Sam nodded. "Well, if it is witches, maybe there's some hex bags somewhere."

Dean cringed.

"Everyone was attacked at the school, maybe that's where we should look next."

"Yeah, it's notoriously easy for three strangers to just wander around a school, searching lockers and questioning students." MJ said sarcastically.

"That's helpful, MJ." Dean said.

"No, the three of us wouldn't have free access to the school, but a student would." Sam said, giving MJ a meaningful look.

Dean gave Sam a questioning look, before his expression cleared and he looked to MJ, carefully considering her.

"What?" MJ asked. After a few seconds under her brothers' scrutinizing gaze, she caught on. "Oh." MJ had nothing against school, she was just not a fan of the drama that seemed to be synonimous with high school. It was tough to get caught up in the petty cat fights and teenage angst when you were worried about making rent and keeping the creepy pedophile down the hall from getting into your room. She hadn't really had time to get too invovled with anyone or anything at school back in Chicago. But she was itching for some excitement. The busier she was, the less time she had to think about all the crap that went on recently. Se just wasn't ready to sort through all of that just yet.

Before she could comment any further, Dean turned to Sam, his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know, Sam. Sending her to a school where people's body parts are mysteriously falling off? We won't be there to back her up."

"She'll have a cell phone and weapons. We'll be nearby all day in case there's a problem." Sam responded.

Dean looked back to MJ. "I don't know, Sammy."

"Hi, I'm still here." MJ said, waving her hands in front of her. "Do I get a say in this?"

"Yes." Sam said at the exact same time Dean said "No."

MJ glared at Dean and voiced her opinion anyway. "I'm not thrilled about going to school, but I think it's the best way to figure this out. Let's do it."

Sam smiled at her. "Okay, we need a plan before we send you in there."

"Whoa, wait a minute. This isn't a done deal. I'm still thinking about it." Dean interrupted.

"Well, don't strain yourself." MJ joked, getting into the car.

Sam opened the front door, turning to Dean. "Seriously, Dean, if you have a better idea let's hear it." Sam waited, standing beside the car, for Dean to answer.

Dean just grunted, making his way to the driver's side. Sam grinned.

The school day was nearly over when Dean finally finished enrolling MJ. He had met with the Principal first and was now signing what seemed like the fiftieth form to complete the process. MJ waited in the office, sitting in one of the chairs across from the receptionist. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, the door to the office opened and a tall kid entered, backpack slung over one shoulder, his blond hair perfectly styled. He sauntered in and stopped short on his way to the reception desk when he spotted MJ. She looked away as he turned to her, but didn't miss the way he looked her up and down like she was a shiny new toy.

"Hey, Sugar Plum. You got the time?" He asked her, a wan smile plastered on his face.

"Not for you." MJ answered, not missing a beat.

His smile faltered only slightly, but he was apparently undeterred. He sat down beside her. "You got a name?" He asked.

"Yup." She answered, standing as Dean approached her.

"Ready?" Dean asked MJ, although his eyes were on the kid who was now gawking at his sister.

MJ nodded, walking toward the door.

"We'll continue this tomorrow, then?" the guy called to her as she opened the door.

MJ just kept walking. Dean turned back, fixing the kid with a death glare.

"Spencer." the Principal called from his office, as MJ pulled on Dean's sleeve to get him moving.

The kid winked at Dean and then turned toward the Principal's office.

Sam met them at the motel later that afternoon, dressed once again in his FBI suit.

"How did it go?" Dean asked.

In response Sam tossed down three manilla folders. The three victims' student files. Sam had met with the school principal after Dean and MJ left.

"Sweet." MJ said sitting down and reaching for one of the folders.

"Not so fast." Dean said grabbing them up. "I'm starving. Sammy, hurry up and change. We'll go over the files while we eat." Dean barked.

"Okay." MJ said, getting back up and rolling her eyes so only Sam could see.

Sam grinned, removing his jacket. "How was shopping for school clothes?"

"Painful and exhausting, just like I knew it would be." Dean complained. "Next time you're taking her."

"Honestly, Dean. It wasn't that bad. We were in and out in under two hours." MJ said as Sam made his way into the bathroom to change. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining while you were flirting with that sales clerk." MJ muttered.

Dean grinned. "Yeah. Candice. She was one hot blonde." he said with a far away look in his eyes.

"Her name was Corrine and she wasn't blonde."

"Was, too."

"She was a brunette. You would know that if you had looked at anything above her chest."

Dean didn't argue. He was staring off into space again, grin firmly in place, no doubt picturing Corrine's chest.

MJ scoffed. "I'm sorry I brought it up."

Sam emerged from the bathroom, gathering up the files. "Let's go." He said.

I still don't get why you needed new clothes. I jsut bought you clothes a few months ago." Dean continued as they made their way to the car.

"I told you, those were just eveyday clothes, not school clothes and besides it's June and I needed summer clothes. Plus most of what you bought me before has blood and guts on it now. I can't wear jeans to school that have Wendigo embedded in them."

"Yeah, fine, just from now on order online or something. No more malls."

Sam and MJ shared a grin as they got in the car.

They went to a diner down the road. As soon as they placed their order, Sam pulled out the files.

"Okay, so this is the first victim, Tressa Gillette. Junior, decent grades, cheerleader. According to the principal she was popular." Sam said scanning the file and handing it off to Dean. "She said she was in the bathroom, fixing her hair when suddenly her eyes stung. She rubbed them and then found she couldn't see anything. She ran from the bathroom and fell in the hallway. You know the rest." He said not wanting to gross MJ out and cause another fight between her and Dean.

MJ looked at Tressa's picture. She was pretty. Definitely fit the cheerleader part. MJ couldn't help but notice how pretty her eyes were. Were being the operative word.

"Then we have Paul Kane. Pretty much failing every subject. Technically a senior, although definitely not on track to graduate. Multiple suspensions from school and a criminal record including possession of marijuana. He was most recently suspended from school for starting a rumor that the class president gave birth to a baby in the school bathroom and threw it in a dumpster."

"Okay, so he wasn't running in the same circle as our cheerleader." MJ commented, taking the stack of discipline referrals from the file. "Pillar of society." She muttered sarcastically.

"Last but not least, CJ Pratt. Typical jock, according to the principal. Varsity letterman. He's a junior, but already had some interest from Division I schools to play college football."

"Shit." MJ didn't know this guy, but she felt bad for him. Whoever or whatever did this to him, didn't just take his hands, they took his future. Sam had told her that they were able to reattach his hands, but it would take months of physical therapy for him to be able to perform basic tasks, and he may not regain full use of them ever.

After reviewing the information on all of the victims, they discussed MJ's plans once she was inside the school.

"You'll need to search their lockers for hex bags, or anything else unusual. Do you think you can handle that?' Dean asked.

"Mm-hm." That part she could handle. Piece of cake. Picking locks, being stealth. Her kind of thing.

"Okay, and here's the list of each victim's closest friends and significant others." Sam said handing MJ the list. "You'll need to chat them up, see what they saw, what else they might know that could help us." MJ frowned, looking over the list. There were eight people total on it. "Wait, the principal gave you this? How did he know who they hung out with?"

"There's a total of two hundred students in the entire school, MJ. Everyone knows everyone's business." Sam answered.

"Yeah, which should work in our favor. Small town, small school. People talk. I guarantee someone on that list knows something about what's going on." Dean said, picking up his beer and taking a long pull.

MJ's frown deepened. It was sounding like the entire case depended on her being able to earn the trust of complete strangers, and getting them to confide in her about the freak tragedies their friends endured. She'd rather have to break into and search every inch of the principal's office than try to be all nicey nice with a bunch of kids she didn't even know.

"What?" Sam asked, noticing her anxious expression.

"How am I supposed ot get them to talk to me about this crap?" She asked waving her hand toward the files. "Should I just walk up to them and say, 'Hey, my name's MJ, so I heard your best friend's tongue fell out of his head, that sucks.'?"

Their food arrived, and Dean took a giant bite from his cheeseburger before responding to MJ.

"Well, gee, MJ, just rely on that winning personality and positive attitude to win them over." He said with a grin.

"I'm serious! This must've been traumatic for them. They're not going to want to talk about it. Especially with the new girl."

"Just do the best you can. Besides, you're great at this stuff. You can always get people to tell you stuff." Sam encouraged.

MJ shrugged. "Okay." She said, picking at her fries. "There is one bright side to having to do this." She said, smiling. "I get to wear all those new clothes."

Dean rolled his eyes, thought he couldn't help but smile. It was nice to see MJ looking excited about something, even if it was new clothes.

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