Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 3, 2015 13:36:33 GMT -5
Chapter Four - The Girlfriend
"A private individual?" Dean shot at Sam as soon as the door closed.
Sam shrugged. "Bobby's a private individual."
Dean shook his head. "Right."
"Hey, it's better than what you said," Sam protested. "What was with that?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you," Dean informed him.
The click of the door knob stopped further comment. A dark haired mocha-skinned girl entered the room. She approached them and stopped several feet away from them. "Kyle said you wanted to talk to me next."
"Are you Kaitlyn?" Sam queried.
She nodded. "Kaitlyn Morales. Darrin James was my boyfriend."
"You don't look upset," Dean commented.
She shrugged. "I've had six weeks to get used to the fact that Darrin's gone. And I've had other things to deal with, things that take precedent." She scowled at him. "Look I've talked to every police officer in the district trying to convince them that Darrin didn't kill himself. I've seen a shrink three times a week since it happened. I've talked myself hoarse and no one believes me. I don't care to be analyzed, but Kyle doesn't think you're psychiatrists anyway. And that's the only reason I'm here, because Kyle thinks you really do believe us, that you aren't just humoring us, and that you want to stop it from happening, again."
"We aren't," Sam informed her and then added, "humoring you that is. We really do think someone else is behind this."
"Do you have a suspect?" Kaitlyn added surprised.
Sam shook his head. "Sorry, no."
"Did anything weird happen just before his death?"
Kaitlyn turned black eyes toward him. "You mean besides the very *friendly* person who couldn't keep her hands off him."
"If that's the first thing that comes to mind,. then tell us about her," Sam encouraged her.
"She wasn't local," Kaitlyn announced. "I can tell you that for sure. And the way she dressed! Uhg! She looked like a nineties reject. Those clothes should be burned."
"So you saw this girl?" Sam asked.
"Was she hot?" Dean wanted to know.
"What?" Kaitlyn's head whipped around to look at him. "Ewe! Nineties reject clothes. Remember?"
Sam chuckled.
Kaitlyn scowled. "Yeah, I saw her. Just once. She was hitting on Darrin and she didn't understand what no means. Even when she saw me, she just stayed draped all over him. It was revolting. In fact when she saw me, she actually turned around in his lap and kissed him. She kissed my boyfriend, mine, not hers. And Darrin quit trying to get her off his lap when she did that."
She punched the air in front of her and tears started falling. "My last memory of my boyfriend and she'll always be in it."
"So you didn't see him, again?" Dean's attention sharply to her.
She signed. "It was a Friday evening. I was mad. I figured I'd cool down over the weekend and talk to him again on Monday."
"But . . ." Sam prodded trying to remember the details about what happened to Darrin James.
"The morning crew at Carlotta's found him bled out on the floor, his wrist cut." The tears on Kaitlyn's face rolled freely now.
Sam frowned. Cut wrists?
"I thought all four boys were hung," Dean mumbled under his breath.
"Shh," Sam cautioned him. It didn't matter that he'd been thinking the same thing. They needed to her what Kaitlyn was saying.
"They claim his wounds were self inflicted," Kaitlyn informed them. "That's why Darrin's death is being linked to that of the other boys. Five suicides in . . ."
"Five?" Sam interrupted in surprise. "I only heard four."
Kaitlyn nodded. "Jaime Waylon is in a coma." She paused and looked at them. "I guess I should have said four suicides and one attempted suicide. Or that's how the police are looking at it. No one who know these boys believes they killed themselves. They weren't depressed, none of them."
The brothers were silent for the span of half a minute. Finally Sam asked, "Was there anything else you can think of, about Darrin or any of the other boys?"
Kaitlyn scrunched her face together in thought. Finally, she nodded. "None of them died at home. Darrin was in Carlotta's. Levi was here at the high school. Jason was hanging, hanging of all things, from lovers' point. That was weird since he didn't date. Jaime was hanging from a tree in the park, which is how he didn't die. Someone saw him and got him down before he died. He's in a coma, but they think he'll survive. Or they hope so. Aaron was found hanging out the window where the movie projector was at the theater. Darrin, Levi, and Aaron were found dead inside locked buildings. They didn't have keys and no alarms were set off. That's pretty weird, isn't it?"
Sam nodded silently and glanced at his brother.
"Thank you, Miss . . ." Dean frowned trying to remember her last name.
"Morales," Sam faked a cough.
Dean looked at him.
Sam tried not to roll his eyes. "Thank you, Miss Morales. Is there anything else we can do to help you?" He winced as Dean stepped on his foot.
"I don't suppose you could tell my parents that I'm pregnant, could you?"
"Er." Dean fidgeted uncomfortably.
Sam didn't say anything. He just stared at her uncertain.
Kaitlyn laughed. "Yeah. Didn't think so. I'll just see myself out." She stopped after only a few steps. "There's no one else you want to talk to. You'll just be wasting your time. I agree with Kyle. You're not here as councilors. You are here to do something. Don't worry about Mrs. Anderson. I can handle her. You find who murdered my boyfriend. Don't let them kill anyone else." She spun on her heal and left the room.
The two brothers looked at each other. Sam grimaced. "Are we that obvious?"
"I told you this was a bad idea," Dean said as he tugged at the tie around his neck. "Let's get out of here before someone else figures us out."
"We aren't usually that obvious, are we?" Sam pressed, feeling annoyed.
"It's that Dale kid," Dean decided. "He's in their class. He probably told them that he doesn't believe us."
"I didn't tell them, actually," Dale's voice informed them from the doorway.
The two brothers groaned and turned to look at the teen.
"I knew you were fakes," Dale said as he entered the room, "but I didn't tell Kyle or Kaitlyn or anyone else. If it makes you feel any better," the boy smirked at them, "they are probably the only other people who will see through you from this school. Outside this school, I couldn't say, but Kyle and Kaitlyn are likely to be suspicious of anyone who actually listens to them."
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. "Where you close to any of the boys?"
"You mean Levi, who just moved here this year and doesn't know anyone, Jason who so wrapped up in his books that he had a very limited circle of friends, Darrin who was so wrapped up in his girlfriend, I don't think he remembered the rest of us existed, and Aaron who was on the football team, which in English," Dale threw a look at them, "means he doesn't have time for those of us who don't play football unless we knew him before."
Sam looked at Dean and remarked in a low voice, "I'm really starting to get annoyed with this guy."
Dale chuckled.
Dean turned around to glare at him. He met Dale's eyes and asked, "What are you laughing about?"
"You really think you're some sort of detectives and everyone is eating up this stupid idea that your counselors," Dale said as he approached them, ignoring that there were two people who hadn't believed the two to be counselors. "Seriously, who are you?"
"We told you our names," Sam said.
Dale shrugged. "And that matters? They aren't real. The licenses are forgeries. It's pretty clear to me."
"We're trying to help," Sam told him, exasperated. "Something isn't right here."
Dale went still. "Well, that' true anyway. It's not going to do anyone any good if you just make yourself more victims."
"So you don't believe these are suicides?" Sam asked cautiously.
"Hell no!"
The two brothers took a step away from him, startled.
"My best friend is in a coma because he supposedly tried to hang himself!" Dale yelled at them. "There is no way on earth that Jaime would ever do that. Don't patronize me. I'm out of here!" He glared at them without another word he left, slamming the door behind him.
"Should we go after him?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "Let him steam. If he had something useful he would have told us." He tugged at the tie, again, this time pulling it off. "Let's go. I can't stand another minute here."