Another Chapter! Told you my writer's block is gone! I still have another page and a half to type up but I have to find time! Reviews are amazing and I thank those of you who have been giving me reviews (they make me happy and a happy writer posts more chapters ;) ) Just a side note- Luna's duffel bag is about the size of a hockey bag and that's why she is able to hold so much stuff in it. Also if anyone has questions about the time line of Luna's past msg me either on here or at and I will give you the basics. Well, Enjoy! ~kt

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I was waiting until Sam and Dean left the room to call the school. I talked to the secretary of the school and set up appointments with the friends of the boys who had gone missing. I dug through my duffel bag and took out my black pencil skirt and a white blouse. It was amazing that it wasn't wrinkled. I brought the outfit into the bathroom to change. The transformation of rough and tumbly hunter to sophisticated and professional psychologist was almost unbelievable. The wild mess of curls was carefully contained in a neat bun. All the war wounds from various monsters were hidden under a layer of cover-up. Pained, tired eyes were painted with black and gray. I put on a pair of flesh colored nylons that I had stuffed into the pocket of my skirt. Some days I wished that this would be my everyday routine but others, I couldn't stand it. Today was one of those days that I just couldn't stand being normal.

I tried being normal once. I really did. I went to college, got an apartment, and even a job as a nurse thanks to Alec. Alec was the reason why I tried to be normal. He lost his mom when we were in college and he never knew his dad. We were the only family each other had. After I came to live with Bobby we were best friends, and always were to the day he died. I never realized how much I loved him and how much he meant to me until he wasn't there. He wasn't my boyfriend or anything, but he was like a brother to me. He never wanted me to pursue hunting, always wanted to make sure I'd be safe. I never gave up hunting completely. I would always make sure to do sweeps of the city for anything out of the ordinary, aka supernatural. I would occasionally reset the protection spell on our apartment when he was at work. One stupid mistake was all it took to turn normal into hell. Ugh…I shivered. After two years it was still hard to think about. I put on my only pair of black stilettos, grabbed a black purse that I always kept with me and put my fake driver's license, credit cards, and a notebook in it. I took the motel key, locked the door, and walked down the street to the high school which I had seen on the way in.

It wasn't very far from the motel, just a couple of blocks. By the time I got there though, I seriously wanted to salt and burn these heels.

Finding the office and the person I talked to on the phone wasn't very hard. There was only one door in and out and the office was right next to it. An old lady, probably around 70, sat behind the counter.

"Hi, I'm Lindsey Beckham with the state education department. I talked with you earlier I believe," I said. The lady gave me a once over, a little creepy, I thought.

"Oh yes, I remember. I'm Louisa Greene, the school secretary, who did you want to talk to first?" Louisa asked. She was unsure of me, I could tell. No matter how well she tried to cover it up, I could read her like a book. She thought I was…well, how to say…underdressed, as in skimpy. She may have thought I was showing too much but in my experience, teenage boys were more willing to talk if you showed a little leg. All men would actually, if you played it right. Ahh, the simplicity of a man's mind.

"May I speak to the girlfriend of Dan Olivegrove first, um, Miss...," I looked down at my notepad, "Alicia Dina?"

"Of course, Alicia is such a good girl, it's a shame she lost him like that," Louisa said as she dialed the room number. "Hi Mary, this is Louisa. Can you send Alicia down to the office? The state sent a psychologist to talk to the kids about Dan, Jessie, and Michael's disappearances. Uh huh. Yup. Okay. Thanks Mary." She hung up the phone. "Alicia's on her way down."

"Thank you. Um, by any chance would you have a private room that I can talk to them in?"

"Let me ask Mrs. Flanagan and check." She shuffled down the hall to a door close by. She knew something. She said she felt bad for Alicia loosing her boyfriend, but called them disappearances to the teacher. Louisa came back and led me down the hall to a small conference room. "Sorry it's so small, but it's the only private place. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Thank you very much," I said as she walked back into the office. I went into the little room. It looked like it hadn't been touched since the 1970's. I opened my purse and shut the door. I took out my EMF and quickly scanned the room. It was relatively calm except for a beam on the ceiling…maybe a death by hanging?