Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 1, 2015 14:42:17 GMT -5
Chapter Two - The Profile
Sam fell backward onto the motel bed and closed his eyes. "So we saw the house. It looked like a normal house, a bit run down, but normal."
"So it's not the house," Dean retorted. "It still could be the people in it. Did that boy seem a little off to you?"
"Actually he seems to fit the profile of the victims," Sam commented as he grabbed a notepad from the dresser. "Brownish hair, mid to late teen boy. All four dead boys match that description. Think someone's looking for something here?"
"Aren't they always?" Dean shot back. "I still don't see why Bobby's so sure this isn't just some depressed teens killing themselves."
"Bobby's sure," Sam pointed out, "so we need to look into this. What if that boy doesn't just fit the profile of the victims? What if he's the next one?"
Dean nodded. "And that's why we aren't leaving town. If someone is compelling teenage boys to take their lives, it could be supernatural. But who? And for what purpose?"
"That's why we're here," Sam pointed out. He pulled out the papers Bobby had faxed them. "If this is supernatural, then the local law isn't going to be able to stop more deaths, and we can."
"I say we call Bobby, again," Dean suggested grabbing out his cell. He was dialing before it even registered with his brother.
Sam shrugged and picked up the papers. "There's just something here. I know you aren't sure and I certainly don't think it's the house, but I think this is supernatural."
"Hey, Bobby," Dean responded as Bobby answered the phone. "Sam and I are here like you requested, but I'm not seeing anything here for us. Why are we here?"
"You're here to find out what's killing off teenage boys," Bobby informed him.
"Did it ever occur to you that it was puberty getting the better of them?" Dean asked, annoyed. "It's tough being a kid these days."
"You're here because I told you to go there and I'm telling you to make it stop," Bobby replied crossly. "Got that, boy?"
Dean sighed. "Anything useful you can tell us?"
"That house I sent you to is rumored to be haunted."
"Yeah, I know," Dean retorted. "The kid next door felt the need to tell us to back off, because it was 'spooky'. And he said something about a girl who killed her family. Do you know anything about that?"
"I heard something about it," Bobby agreed, "but I haven't been able to learn much. It's odd to find so little on the internet, but apparently this happened several years ago, so I can't even find newspaper articles cataloged online. I'll keep looking. I'll call if I find something." Bobby hung up without a good-bye.
"Good-bye to you, too," Dean mumbled.
"What did Bobby say?"
Dean looked up. "Mostly that he hasn't been able to find anything about what down in that house and he'll keep looking."
"So nothing, huh?"
Dean nodded. "Pretty much."
"Then, tomorrow, we need to get to work."
"And what if this killer decides to kill tonight?" Dean asked. "You said that boy we met fit the description of the dead boys. If that house really is connected, he lives right next door to the source."
"Not much we can do until we know what we are dealing with," Sam admitted. "And everything's closed right now. That kid's suspicious enough that hopefully if he is in trouble, he'll avoid it until we can help him. And hopefully, he's simply not in trouble."
"Yeah, hopefully," Dean scoffed as he stripped off his shirt and hit the light switch.