Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 1, 2015 15:51:20 GMT -5
Chapter Three - The Older Brother
The next morning, Dean woke up to find Sam already awake. Sam glanced over at the sound of Dean moving and tossed an ID at him.
"What's this?" Dean asked as he caught the ID and turned it over.
"What do you think it is?" Sam tossed back as he slipped on a pair of black dress slacks over his legs. "You're clothes are on the chair."
"I'm not going in there as some psychobabble psychiatrist, Sam," Dean announced.
"We need an in and that's it," Sam informed him.
"I'm not convinced that this is supernatural in origin," Dean protested, though they both knew that he was going to see this through.
"We might still be of use," Sam reminded him, having decided that they would solve this. He grabbed a white button down shirt off his bed and started putting his arms through the sleeves.
"We don't have any advice that would help them," Dean tried once more. "Aren't you afraid we'll make things worse?"
Sam looked at him with amusement. Considering they had finished this the previous night, he figured something else was behind it. "Seriously?"
Dean wrinkled his nose at the suit.
Sam followed his brother's eyes and laughed. "Come on. The school's expecting us at ten."
"Class, these are Dr. Smith and Dr. Johnson," Mrs. Anderson announced to her class as she looked over at where Dean and Sam stood. "They've asked to speak with the students closest to Aaron, Jason, Darrin, and Levi. The school board has agreed this is a good idea, so I'm asking for a volunteer to go first."
"I don't need no doctor," announced a boy from the back of the room. "I already had a physical six years ago."
His classmates laughed.
On the opposite side of the room Dale watched them, barely containing his mirth. Fortunately for him, all the attention was on his classmate, so no one noticed that Dale was watching the two "doctors" rather than the wannabe comedian.
Mrs. Anderson's eyes narrowed. "Kyle, thank you for volunteering."
Sam tired to hide a smile as he glanced at Dean. Dean was standing next to him, looking very uncomfortable in his suit.
A few minutes later the two brothers found themselves standing in an empty classroom with Kyle Meister leaning against the wall by the door. He glared at them for several seconds before he spun around and made for the door.
Dean grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
Kyle shook him off violently. "Dude, you can't touch me."
Sam grimaced and looked at his brother. "He's right, Dean."
Dean dropped his hand. "He tried to leave."
Sam sighed. He looked at Kyle. "Meister, huh?"
Kyle turned to glare at him. "Yeah. So?"
"Any relation to Jason Meister?" Sam asked thinking of one of the names of the dead boys.
"What do you care?" Kyle shot back." No one cares about Jason. No one cares about me. My brother's dead," he yelled the last, adding, "and no one cares. They think he killed himself."
"And you don't?" Sam asked, carefully.
"Of course not!" Kyle yelled. "You don't know my brother. He wasn't depressed. He wasn't suicidal. He wanted to live."
"Then, what do you think happened?" Dean asked.
Kyle glared at him. "I think someone murdered my brother, but the police won't listen. They say his wounds were self inflicted."
"What if they were?" Dean whispered to his brother.
"Then, I'm thinking there's something else that caused him to do it," Sam shot back in a whisper.
"This boy can't know for sure that his brother didn't kill himself," Dean whispered.
"No," Sam admitted. "But he'd be in a lot better position to know than we would."
"I'm leaving now," Kyle announced making his way toward the door, again.
"Wait," Dean ordered.
Kyle turned around and looked at him. "Why should I? You're like everyone else. You don't care."
"Yeah, we do," Sam announced. "If some else is behind this, they should be blamed, not Jason."
Kyle turned to look at him, a little bit of respect showing in his eyes. "Are you sure you're psychiatrists?"
"I'm sure we're here to help you, Kyle," Sam informed him. No point in lying when the truth would do.
Kyle hesitated and glanced back toward the door. With an exaggerated sigh he walked back toward them and took a turn at the teacher's desk. He plopped down in the teacher's chair and swiveled it around to face them. "What do you want to know?"
The two brothers looked at each other. It was Sam who spoke. "Did you notice anything unusual about your brother in the days or weeks before he died?"
Kyle glared at them and stood back up. "I said he wasn't suicidal!"
"I know," Sam agreed. "I'm not talking about depression."
Kyle snorted, but he sat back down.
"You said he didn't kill himself," Sam reminded him. "And his death wasn't an accident. That leaves murder, so did you notice anything unusual about your brother in the days or weeks before he died?"
Kyle shifted uncomfortably.
"Four boys, four deaths," Dean glared down at Kyle, leaning in and causing Kyle to back his chair back on its rollers. "How long do you think before number five?"
Kyle gulped.
Sam groaned. "Dean, back off. You're scaring the kid." He grabbed Dean by the shoulder to restrain him.
Dean brushed him off and backed away on his own. "This is ridiculous. He doesn't know anything." He turned around and headed toward the door.
"There was a girl," Kyle called out to him.
Dean turned around and looked at him.
Sam looked at him, bidding him to continue.
"You said, unusual," Kyle added. "That was unusual for Jason." He sighed. "I love . . . loved my little brother, but Jason was a bit of a geek."
"Little brother," Sam mumbled. "Aren't you in the same grade?"
Kyle nodded, sadly. "Jason was nine months younger than I am, a preemie. I'm the oldest kid in our grade. He was one of the youngest."
"So he didn't date?" Dean asked, wanting to hear more about this girl.
Kyle shook his head. "No. Our parents think we're too young to date anyway, but I think that's because our sister got into some trouble dating at our age." He rolled his eyes. "Makes dating a challenge, but not impossible." He scowled, again. "Look, I don't know anything about her, but Jason said she was bothering him, coming on pretty strong. It's probably nothing, but it's the only thing unusual I can think of. He was complaining about her the day before he died." He sucked in a deep breath. "Can I go?"
"Are you sure that's it?" Sam pressed.
Kyle nodded. "Why do you want to know anyway? You sure don't sound like any counselors I've ever heard of?"
"Well, we," Dean stumbled, "we figured that it would help you get closure if . . ."
Sam snorted as his brother trailed off. "We are also assisting a private individual in trying to determine what really happened."
Dean barely contained an outright laugh at that.
Kyle's eyebrows shot up at the look on Dean's face. "Okay, I guess that's a yes to me leaving." He stood again and this time they didn't stop him. He stopped himself when he reached the door. "I'll get Mrs. Anderson to send Kaitlyn in next. She was Darrin James' girlfriend. If anyone knows anything about Darrin, it would be Kaitlyn."