The next day, the genius was still smiling. He and his kinda boyfriend had snuggled that night, and his cousin hadn't woken him up at an obscene time. The three of them walked into the precinct, knowing everyone else was already there. Young Spencer was very proud of his outfit.
He had on a black shirt that said "Winchester Bros. Hunting Evil Since 1983", black skinny jeans that matched it, black combat boots, black arm warmers with blue lacing up it, a black cord looking bracelet (much like the one Dean wore in an episode) as well as two bracelets with miscellaneous protection pendants (both like the ones Mary Winchester wore) were on over them, standing out nicely in contrast, and had a canvas bag on his shoulder that read "Protected by Sam and Dean" with wings on the top.
They had only been there four days, but they had already gotten some pretty good stuff on the killer. They had a few suspects but nothing concrete enough to actually bring anyone in on.
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"I like the outfit." Garcia smiled as she saw the youth.
"Thank you muchly, I enjoy my wardrobe… and I had a Supernatural marathon the night before I packed." He smiled, taking a seat at the back.
Their leader came in, he looked slightly urgent.
"Garcia, I need you to look into the security footage from Austin Street, also from the bar where the bartender works, plus can you please send me the information about the few suspects that we have so we can cross reference it with the other parts of the profile that we just defined?" He asked her.
The teen raised his eyebrows, happy that he did not have that job.
"Sure thing sir." The techie smiled at him.
He nodded and left the room.
"I am so happy I do not have your job." Young Spencer chuckled, pulling his head phones out of his bag.
"Well, sorry Casanova, gotta get to work. You gunna be ok back there all alone?" The adult asked, her tone saying she wished they could chill.
"Yup yup, just gunna listen to some music, maybe draw a bit later."
"Kay, have fun." She smiled at him before turning around and devoting all her attention to the screens in front of her.
The teen put the headphones on, connected it to his phone, and started the music. The headphones were the big kind that canceled out almost all the noise without anything playing. He smiled as the tones swam into his ears, letting it over take him. Music acted as books did to him, taking him away from the entire world, and taking him to someplace amazing.
Sometimes the songs even created their own world, kinda like Wonderland, and lead him through the amazing contours of the terrain.
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
Boom boom kuh
The clouds were lazy, but jutting at the same time. They made shapes like broken bikes, bent coins, shattered glass. The sky was darkly light. The blue was light but had hints of darkness ever so randomly splattered all across it, making the sky look mysterious, but never foreboding. The sky, clouds, air… everything not able to touch seemed to be smiling at the viewer, not casting blame or scrutiny, or anything negative on it. Just letting it know that it was loved and that it was happily there for the viewer.
There I was
Sitting on the top of the world
In a coin laundry
The land was shaped like gently waving water. It smoothly shifted from flat, to an uphill, to a downhill, to an uphill, to a flat surface again.
Well I could have been royalty
Sitting in the palace like a queen
On one of the uphill's there was a large palace, it was smooth, also like water. The windows were vast and open, letting the cool breeze into them. The light blue curtains swinging in and out of the building with the finicky wind that was enjoying being indecisive.
Do you have a dollar?
Do you have a dollar for me?
Have you got a house on a hill
And a bed for three?
A quick, yet lazy view of the inside showed a long hall with many, many doors. Only one door was open, showing a large bed that was easily able to fit three people. It was messed up, obviously it had just been slept in, the over-blanket were a burnt orange color, contrastingly nicely with the Egyptian white sheets underneath. A misplaced purple sock was only partially visible between the sheets and the over-blanket.
Oh do you have a story,
Do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where
We'll all live happily
The view left the room and went back to the hallway. There was a picture on the wall, no one was in it, yet it let the viewer know that it was happy. It was a happy family photo minus the actual family. The knowledge of the happiness was not lost on the viewer; the happy family was there… they were just not visible.
Do you, do you
Do you, do you
The hall had a red brown floor with white/gold walls. The space that did not have doors had windows, the curtains pulling your eyes out to the landscape, the gorgeous hills with the amazing sky, and a sea just barely visible.
So now I'm here
Sitting on the edge
Throwing these stones to the long lost friends
The sea was separated from the rest of the land by a large stone wall. It had a lovely view on top of it, making the sea seem like it was as vast as the entire world. The cool water shimmered in the light of the smiling sun. Many rocks were on the sand, all of them were smooth and perfect to use as skipping stones.
I could have been a common thief
Sitting in the dirt quite happily
The land had a village; it was set in the eighteen hundreds. There were barrels of pickles, and whisky. The alley ways were dirty, but not in a disgusting way. In the way that made you wonder how long the inhabitants had been living there, the kind that made you wonder exactly how it could be changed… not that you would really want it to.
Do you have a dollar?
Do you have a dollar for me?
Maybe just an hour or two
And a pot of tea
A lovely tea shop or a maid café more like actually was on a corner. There was a patio outside that had many chairs and tables, rustic in look. The French doors were open, showing the viewer the inside that had the same rustic charm. The white curtains floated in the wind, smiling as they came close to the viewer, then hurried away.
Have you got a memory
Have you got a memory for me?
Tell me about the days when
You were seventeen
A field was seen, there were many trees and a vast amount of flowers. Baby's breath, tulips, roses, petunias, lilies, daisy's, Telstar's, irises, Watsonias, and so many more caught the eye and gave the air the most amazing smell. The viewer could sense two entities, teenagers. One was chasing the other, both were laughing.
Do you, do you
Do you, do you
The viewer could sense that one tripped and took the second one down with them, they both smiled as they looked into each other's eyes. They were not able to be seen, much like the family in the picture.
Do you have a dollar?
Do you have a dollar for me?
Have you got a little old house
And a lemon tree?
Not far from the unseen, but sensed couple was an old house, like from the early 1900's. It was yellow with blue trim on the windows. The curtains were lacy and drifted lazily in and out the open window that had a white planter's box with sunflowers growing from them under it. A tree with lemons the size of cantaloupes was right next to the window. A wicker basket had the large lemons filling it, a few lying on the ground by the basket. It was obvious the chore had been set aside for another time.
Do you have a reason?
Do you have a reason for me?
Can I be the girl that you met in a coin laundry?
The view was fast forwarded quickly, zooming past the field full of beautiful flowers, zipping past the few houses that littered the area. Past quite a few other entities that were unable to be seen.
Can I be the girl that you met
Can I be the girl that you met
Can I be the girl that you met in the coin laundry?
A laundry mat was the destination of the view. It was from the late 1990's. There was the title of the place on the large, clean windows. The machines were all pristine white, and the few candy machines were all clean and full to the brim with the bright sweets.
Oh can I be the girl that you met
Can I be the girl that you met
Can I be the girl that you met in the coin laundry?
Entities were sensed inside, none of them able to be seen by the viewer. It was odd; the entities seemed unable to see the viewer, just as the viewer was unable to see the entities… Neither seemed to really care however, sensing each other was just fine for all of them.
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
The view changed quickly with the change of song. The view flipped around to see a large, 1987-esque town.
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
An inn that looked too owned by a rocker was the first thing the view focused on.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
The top of the inn showed the town. It was full of buildings made of dark material. Many cars, all of the midnight coloring, were parked along the streets; the streetlights were not light, not at all. The town was at rest… not at disturbance.
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
An art museum with a large radio tower on top of it grabbed the viewers' attention, and pulled it close.
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
The viewer was pulled slowly over the tops of the town. All of the buildings and businesses showing their faces, all trying to yank the attention away from the radio tower.
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
The tower was more cunning however, not letting the viewer get distracted. The tower was not mean however; it let the viewer down, in a well deserving park.
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well, it surely means that I don't know
The park was hosting a festival. Booth upon booth of varies games, food stands, and merchandise to be sold was set up. The air of beings was all around. The entities were flinting through the place, going about their business with their festival.
On the stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
A carnival ride was set up. It was a Viking ship that heave hoed all of the things inside to and fro. It thrashed about, like it was on a terrible wave in a storm as bad as the one the trainers had to go through to get to the palace in Birth Of Mewtwo.
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say
The entities jostled the viewer to the side, their voices almost heard for a brief second.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
The entities ushered the viewer out of their festival. The viewer lazily set forth to go wondering towards the radio tower once again, it still calling to be heard.
Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
A playground stopped the viewer, the toys called to it, reminding of a time before there was no need to worry about anything. A time when the biggest worry was your mother finding out. The toys looked untouched, they looked unused.
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
That did not sway the viewer to believe they were neglected. The entire land looked to be unused, but it knew that to be untrue. The entities used the world as humans used the Earth; their uses just went unnoticed by the viewer. Their uses went unnoticed by outsiders.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Their land was theirs, and, while they did not mind intruders, they were not about to let them know how they acted, how their lived were changed and changing by and to the land. The land was theirs, but the radio tower demanded attention. The viewer was picked up again and ushered off to the tower.
The tower was close; the viewer reached out to feel it, the heat from the metal was sensed. The viewer was almost there; almost able to understand why the radio tower needed it so badly that it-
"Have you seen your cousin?" Derek asked worriedly, yanking the headphones off of the teen.
"Dude, I've been in Cair Paravel's cousin since like ten minutes after I got here. I've barely seen Beautiful. Have you checked by the coffee machine?" "Puck" asked with a slight eye roll.
"Yes. Hotch sent him to go question one of the suspects three hours ago, he hasn't been back and he's not answering his phone."
"You don't think anything bad has happened… do you?" Young Spencer asked, not wanting to believe it, but still knowing his cousin's track record.
"The only way it makes sense is if he…" Morgan stopped, not able to finish his own thought.
"Got kidnapped." The teen finished, sad look in his eyes.
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Did you like the twist? Or do you all now hate me? Sorry for the weird song thing, Jer and I were doing some cleaning and I found an old assignement for my AP English class that I had to do. It was to make up a world based on a song... it inspired me.
Link to outfit and songs on profile.
First song is Coin Laundry by Lisa Mitchell; Second song is Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas.
Oh, and props top who-ever gets the reference I made in here.