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While MJ showered, Sam scoured the student files he had collected for some mention of Warren Timmons or Simon. He also looked for a connection between the three victims, something he had missed before.

"Anything?" Dean asked, flipping through one of the many books that were spread out around him on the bed. He was searching for anything that might help them identify the culprit. Some tell-tale sign of a vengeful gypsy. He was not too hopeful to begin with, so wasn't too upset when he came up empty handed.

"No." Sam answered, turning toward his brother. "You?"

"Jack squat." Dean said tossing the thick volume he had been skimming aside. "We'll just have to keep on the lookout. Have MJ keep asking questions until we narrow it down."

"Dean, what are we going to do once we figure out who it is? I mean, this isn't some monster, this is a person. A teenager."

Dean stood, stretching his sore arms. "What do you mean? We'll do what we always do. Stop them."

"You're talking about killing a kid, Dean."

"I didn't say kill, I said stop." Dean said walking toward his brother. "We'll worry about that once we know who we're dealing with, okay?"

The bathroom door opened, and MJ came out wrapped in a towel. She crossed the room, snatched up her bag, and quickly returned to the bathroom, snapping the door closed behind her.

Dean frowned at the closed door before turning back to Sam who was grinning up at him.

"What's so funny?" Dean asked, annoyed.

"Just let the dance thing go. If you don't bring it up, she won't push it. She's only doing this to get to you."

Dean opened his mouth to respond when the bathroom door opened again and MJ appeared, this time dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a clip.

She flopped down on the bed Dean had vacated, picking up one of the books. "So what's the game plan?" She asked, flipping through the pages. "Ew." She grimaced, taking in the illustration of a man being beheaded.

"We keep fishing. Try to flush out the gypsy by process of elimination." Dean answered, gathering up the books and stacking them on the nightstand.

"So it looks like I'm making more friends tomorrow." MJ said, sounding less than thrilled at the idea.

Dean sat on the edge of her bed. "What tipped Spencer off?" He asked. He had known MJ was caught the instant she looked over at him at the diner, panic in her eyes. He wondered exactly what was said that blew her cover.

MJ shrugged, handing the book she'd been browsing to Dean. "I came on a little strong with the questions about CJ. And then he saw you two fools and he knew something was up. He was scared to begin with, paranoid that whatever got his friend was coming after him, so his radar was already up." She looked down, picking at her finger nails.

"Hey," Dean said, seeing her saddened expression. "You did good, kid."

MJ just nodded, getting under the covers. Dean planted a kiss on her forehead and turned the bedside light off.

"Hey, Dean?" MJ called out to him as he headed toward the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Don't think the cell phone war is over. We are so not even. You publicly humiliated me. I'll get you when you least expect it."

"It's not gonna be that easy, sweetheart. You're forgetting that I don't fight fair. And I always win." He said with a grin.

"So I guess it's on then." MJ said fluffing her pillow and rolling onto her side.

Sam chuckled to himself, his eyes on his computer screen.

"I don't know what you're laughing at, Sammy. You're fair game, too." MJ pointed out.

"Me? I didn't mess with either of your phones!"

"Yeah, but you sure enjoyed the show at the diner." MJ accused.

Sam smiled. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome." Dean joined in Sam's laughter as MJ groaned.

"Goodnight." She snapped.

Spencer seemed to go out of his way to ignore MJ the next day at school. She saw him in the science hallway when she rounded the corner, heading to bio. He quickly turned about face and headed in the opposite direction. She passed him when she was entering the cafeteria and offered him a smile. He pretended to be very interested in a poster on the wall advertising the school musical. MJ felt a little bad for Spencer. After all, he had watched his best friend get mutilated and couldn't do a thing to stop it. Then to learn that curses were real and that he had witnessed the outcome of one. That could cause a person some serious stress. MJ recalled just how freaked out she had been when she learned what her father and brothers did for work. Then again, their delivery hadn't been very sensitive. Of course, when you're attacked by a vampire at twelve, and watch your brother behead it before your eyes, there's really no point in sugar coating it. The cat was sort of already out of the bag. Oh how she had desperately wanted to stuff it back in and return to her previous state of blissful ignorance…

She made her way through the cafeteria, finding Sabrina, Carrie and Lauren already assembled at the same table as yesterday. When she sat down Sabrina and Carrie greeted her with smiles and Lauren with a glower.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" MJ said, offering Lauren a wide smile, which she did not return.

"Are you going to the dance with Spencer Cole?" Carrie asked without hesitation. Sabrina shot her a look that told MJ they had been discussing this before she showed up. Carrie looked apologetic, but clearly was still expecting an answer. Sabrina busied herself with peeling the label off of her Snapple, but was clearly listening intently for MJ' response.

Lauren fixed MJ with a sour look. "Well?" She demanded.

MJ shook her head. "He asked me, but I'm not going."

"You're not going with him or you're not going at all?" Lauren asked.

"I'm not going." She answered, picking at her salad. "School dances aren't really my thing." She shrugged.

No one made any responses. Carrie looked disappointed, Sabrina relieved, which MJ found odd. Lauren had gone back to her book and was clearly pretending to no longer be interested in the conversation.

"So are you guys going?"

Lauren gave a derisive snort of laughter. "Of course! We're the life of the party, can't you tell? We never miss them."

"Knock it off, Lauren." Sabrina said. She turned to MJ. "Not really our thing either."

"I'd like to go, but I don't have a date and I don't want to go alone." Carrie said quietly, shifting her book bag to the edge of the table. The bag tumbled to the floor, landing in the path of a guy who was walking past. He bent down and retrieved it, handing it to Carrie.

MJ took in the guy's appearance. He had two black eyes, which looked to be healing based on the yellow around the edges of the bruises. His nose looked crooked, like it had been broken. He had stitches above his left eyebrow. This had to be Warren.

"Thanks." Carrie said shyly, blushing like crazy.

Warren gave her a small smile and nodded before continuing on his way.

"What happened to that guy's face?" MJ asked, hoping to get some info about how he could be connected to the other two victims.

"That's Warren." Sabrina answered, leaning close to MJ and whispering. "He got in a fight with CJ Pratt a couple weeks ago. Believe it or not, he actually looks much better. You could hardly recognize him after it first happened." She said with a hint of disgust in her voice.

"Poor guy," MJ commented.

"Please." Lauren looked up from her book and fixed MJ with an incredulous look. "They were probably fighting over who got first shot at that freshman kid."

"That's not what happened." Sabrina said shortly, her face going red.

"How do you know?" Lauren asked, eyebrows raised.

Sabrina shook her head. "I don't. But Warren's not a jerk like CJ. He wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, Lauren, Warren's a nice guy. A few months ago when Paul was telling all those awful lies about Sabrina, Warren called him out on it. Told him to knock it off or-"

"Carrie." Sabrina said urgently, fixing her friend with a stern look. "Can we not talk about that, please?" It was clearly not a request, but a command.

Carrie shrugged and returned her attention to her lunch.

MJ ate her salad, trying to act normal while her stomach churned and her brain worked overtime. She was pretty sure she was eating lunch with the gypsy who was cursing her classmates.

MJ sat huddled in a bathroom stall. She was supposed to be in her global studies class, but she couldn't stop thinking about Carrie's comments at lunch. She had to let Dean and Sam know what she had found out, pronto. She dialed Sam and instructed him to put her on speaker, so they wouldn't waste time relaying information to Dean.

"So Paul tells some nasty stories about his lab partner, Sabrina, and then Paul loses his tongue." Sam said after MJ filled them in on what happened at lunch.

"Right," MJ answered in a whisper. "Warren defended Sabrina when Paul spread the rumors about her. CJ jacks up Warren and then CJ loses his hands."

"The cheerleader played that horrible trick on the girl's friend, she gets her eyes fried." Dean commented.

"And she just moved here in September, which explains why the attacks didn't start until this year." MJ said.

"Okay. I'll call Principal Cole, get Sabrina's information and pay the aunt a visit. See what I can find out." Sam said.

"Wait. Maybe I could talk to her first." MJ said suddenly. She wasn't sure where she was going with this, but she felt like she was ratting out a friend.

"And say what? 'Hey what's with the curses, it's so last season.'?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, I just-" MJ sighed. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right." Dean said. "Don't say anything to her. If she knows you're on to her you could be her next victim."

MJ made no response.

"I mean it, Kid." He said sternly. "Don't say a word to her about this."

"Okay."

"Now go back to class and act normal. Well, as normal as is possible for a freak," Dean joked.

MJ headed back to class, her stomach in knots. She knew Sabrina had to be stopped. She was hurting people, and however righteous her motives, she couldn't keep doling out justice however she saw fit. What bothered MJ was the way they seemed to be going about it. She didn't like the idea of ambushing Sabrina. Couldn't they appeal to her conscience? After all, Sabrina obviously had morals. She was only attacking those who she felt had done wrong.

At the end of the school day, MJ felt no better about the situation. She was retrieving her books from her locker when Spencer came up behind her. He said nothing, his hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at his feet.

"What's up?" MJ asked with a sigh.

"I was just uh-wondering if you guys…I mean-did you figure it out yet?"

MJ slammed her locker shut, walking toward the door. Spencer followed.

"What, so now you can talk to me?" She asked.

Spencer was on her heels as she exited the building, scanning the street for the Impala.

"I'm sorry about ignoring you, but I'm really freaking out here!" He said in a harsh whisper. "Besides, your brother did tell me to stay away from you and you know he's a scary guy."

MJ stopped and turned toward him. "We think we know who it is and we're going to…take care of it tonight. You should probably just go home and stay there."

"Who is it?" Spencer asked, eyes wide.

MJ considered him carefully. "Why? You want to know who it's safe for you to be a dick to?"

Spencer took a step back. His face betraying hurt, mingling with fear and panic. "I watched my best friend get mangled. I want to know who the piece of shit is that's responsible for that."

MJ heard the unmistakable sound of the Impala approaching as she looked up at Spencer.

"Look, I can't tell you anything right now. I'm sorry. I promise I'll call you later and explain." She turned to walk away when Spencer grabbed her arm, halting her progress.

"If you know who's doing this you have to tell me!" He yelled , drawing stares from the students pouring out of the building. "I need to know."

Spencer had a firm grip on her forearm, his stare boring into her.

MJ jerked her arm away, freeing herself from his hold. "I said I will call you later." She said sternly before turning and making her way toward the Impala.

"Hey!" Spencer shouted, following behind her. He stopped short when he saw Dean. He was making his way toward MJ, but his eyes were set on Spencer and he didn't look happy.

"Let's go." MJ said when she reached Dean, placing a hand on his chest to stop his progress.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking beyond her, angry stare still set on Spencer.

"I'm fine. Let's go." She repeated.

"I'm gonna beat that shit head's bony ass." Dean threatened through gritted teeth.

"You're gonna beat his ass right here in front of the school? Oh, yeah that should help keep us under the radar." MJ said, still trying in vain to hold Dean back. "Dean, I'm fine. We're leaving."

Dean reluctantly turned and headed back to the car, MJ following behind him.

"Where's Sammy?" MJ asked as they pulled away from the curb.

"At Sabrina's house, talking to the aunt. If we're right and it is her, we're gonna nip this in the bud tonight and get the hell out of this town." Dean said, clearly still annoyed.

Neither of them saw Sabrina watching them intently as they left the school. Once they were safely gone, she approached Spencer, who was still standing, rooted to the ground, staring after the Impala until it was out of sight.