Dean followed the strange child through the corridors of the institute:
"There's the gym, is large with 832 square meters. Some lockers are broken its lock, so you be careful, the other day was stolen my underwear and my socks while I showered. 100 meters beyond for the next hallway is the school cafeteria. Avoid dairy products, are often expired, and you watch out for the special dish of the day. I'm sure you made with leftovers from the day before. "Jimmy explained.
"In the next hallway, turn right and then left, is the laboratory, my favorite place in addition to the Library, but unfortunately it has been closed since the accident. And down the hallway to ..."

"Wait, wait! Cut the crap ... What accident? Tell me what happened?" Dean stopped him.
"That was three days ago, at 17 hours and 28 minutes. The few who still stayed in the Centro heard a loud noise, I would bet that exceeded 120 decibels. Dylan Preston a third grader was working on his next science project . He had recently been selected to represent Wendystone in the State Contest for Young Scientists. He was very excited, as is logical, it is very difficult to be selected." Jimmy explained
"Inexplicably, because I know all the chemicals that are in the lab and none could cause an explosion so big, there was a tremendous explosion and Dylan died instantly. Very sad.."
"You approached around there? Did you see something strange?
Jimmy looked at his watch:
"It´s seven past eight and we have Mathematics in the Classroom 207, it takes 4 minutes to get there and the teacher Mr. Kartaboon is very punctual. Always he is in the class at ten past eight. Later I'll talk with you, at lunch we will have time." He hesitated.
"Of course, if you want to have lunch with me. I understand if you do not. Nobody does it." His blue eyes looked sadly at Dean.
"Why they do not want?
"I'm not exactly the most popular. They say I'm a freak."
"You're weird, but great" Dean said as they hurried through the corridors

"I love lunch with you."
"Wouuu ..! Really?"
"Of course I truly, friend." Dean smiled at him.

They came into the class a minute late and Mr. Kartaboon gave them a hard look:
"Jimmy and the new student, I guess." He put on his glasses and looked at some papers.
"Dean Winchester. You do not start off right. Punctuality is Essential in my class. But being your first day I forgive him. Have a seat."
And they did. Dean sat next to Jimmy and snorted. Now he had to stand a boring math class when he could be investigated.
Dean took the notebook and he pretended to take notes while actually pointed what he knew about the case for now.

Sam left the office of the Principal Soulthief terribly frustrated.
The prepotent little man had dodged his questions dismissively: "unfortunate events, people exaggerate, the tabloids, isolated cases ..."
And practically he had cast him out of his office: "I am very busy, I can not waste time ..."
Sam wondered if only protected the good name of the Centre or he had something to hide.
He expected for better luck in visits to parents of the deceased students, hopefully they were more contributors.

Charlie expected to be received by the Principal. She was carrying a folder with his curriculum in her hand, of course totally false. She had long been waiting and the secretary led him occasionally reassuring smiles, thinking she was nervous about the interview. But it was not that really what was disturbed to the girl. Charlie wondered if she had been right to get into this.
The adventure sounded great and was great, when I was in a book or a movie. But her trip to Oz had shown to her that it was not all that exciting when oneself really going into the real one. But now she was here and she would do what she had to do ... .. Or what Hermione would have made.

A beautiful brunette, tall and with features Indian woman approached her:
"Miss Bradbury, I'm Carla Fotwarmer, the Director of Studies of the Center. The principal asks you to apologize for not being able to receive her. But if you do not care, I will make the interview."
"I care?" Charlie replied approvingly watching what she saw.
"I care? Absolutely not. I am really delighted."
"If you please come with me to my office, Miss. Bradbury."
"Please, call me Charlie." She smiled thinking that maybe was not such a bad idea to participate in the case.

It was lunchtime and Dean was lined up in the cafeteria next to Jimmy. The boy was proving be an inexhaustible source of information.
Between classes, and during the course of some classes such as drawing, he had told her in detail each of the cases.
All deceased boys had apparently gotten something they craved recently:
Dylan being selected for the Science's Competition, the boy drowned in the pool had won the gold medal in the Intercentros Championship, the girl crushed on the stage had gotten the lead role for the first time in the play of this course, the girl who had fallen down the stairs just started dating the captain of the rugby team, and the case of the library seemed that the boy had been bullied by a group of hoodlums, until recently he became friends with one of them that ever since protected him.

They was carrying their respective trays, Dean followed Jimmy to a apart table.
"always you sit down in this corner?" Dean asked grabbing his burger.
"I can not in another site. That table is of Amanda Comtemper, the most desired girl in school, and her friends. That other table beyond is occupied for Alan Stair and his goons,... the table behind it is for the rugby team, with their captain" he sighed, "Danny."
Dean looked at the table:
"The one who was dating the girl who fell down the stairs?"
"The same. He's ... so handsome." He looked at him sadly.
"Anyway, I could not sit in any of these tables, and at this table is unlikely to notice us. Better not get attention."
Dean looked at him curiously and gave a big bite of his burger:

"You said you were at the Center on the day of the explosion. Do you came near to the lab?" He asked with his mouth full.
"You saw or smelled something strange?"
"Well, now that you mention it I smelled of sulfur, which is strange because it is not in the list of products in the lab. It retired a while ago, because it can be dangerous, you know that can be used to make explosives, reacts with the ..."
Dean no longer listening his explanations because his mind was joining whatever he had said.
At first, he had thought of witchcraft, used to get their wishes ... But with this new information of Jimmy, other suspect came to mind: Demons... in special, the crossroads demons.
He surreptitiously checked his Harry potter´s backpack. Yes, the bottle of holy water was there. Not that it was very much of a weapon, but something would.

Not was that he to think confront them alone. Sam would kill him.
When they finished their classes, would meet with Sam and Charlie and he will tell them your suspicions.
He wished to have his mobile phone to tell Sam what he had discovered.
Damn stupid rules!
Also if they were dealing with demons he was another danger. He had not his antiposesión tattoo. He made it many years after his 14 years old, and disappeared when the witch cast a spell over him.
It would be better to spend the day without attracting attention. He would show Sam that he could be prudent and sensible.

He lost in these thoughts, did not realize that Alan Stair, a strong older boy and his goons were approaching to they.
Jimmy grabbed his arm:
"We're in trouble Dean" Jimmy said pale and swallowing.

To be continued ...