Fourteen: Hell Is For Children
Five Years Ago
Brandon Rudd tried to swallow the lump in his throat
as the pot-bellied judge turned in his chair to look
at the boy through silver rimmed glasses. It was kind
of hard to read the man’s expression, but it seemed
to Brandon to border somewhere on annoyance, tinged
with a bit of sympathy. Maybe that boded well for the
teen—maybe the judge was going to let him go with
only a warning, with this being his first major offense.
glanced over his shoulder to see his mother staring
straight ahead, her lips set in a firm line. She
thinks I’m nothing but a disgrace. She doesn’t
even want to be here. She’s just here because
I’m a minor and has to sign on the dotted line
where they tell her to.
tap on his shoulder had Brandon turning around and trading
a glance with his overly optimistic public defender.
She smiled at him and he knew it was just to reassure
him that everything was going to be okay. Brandon seriously
doubted that, but he didn’t tell that to Ms. Lee—she’d
tried her best to represent him, even though Brandon
figured it was a lost cause. The police caught him red-handed,
was pretty hard to win a case when you had more than
enough witnesses placing you at the scene.
judge cleared his throat. “Will the defendant
glanced at Ms. Lee and she gave him an encouraging nod
as she rose from her chair.
okay, Brandon,” she softly said.
teen gave a barely perceptible nod as he slowly rose
beside her, his bright green eyes on the judge.
his throat again, the judge removed his glasses, leveling
his gaze on the boy. “It may have been many years
ago, but I was a teenage boy once who acted out as well.
And while I realize this may be your first offense,
Brandon, it also cannot go unpunished. So you understand
that, young man?”
sir,” Brandon answered quietly.
is therefore my opinion that you should serve a six
month sentence at the Culpeper Juvenile Detention Center
on the charge of auto theft.” He banged his gavel
on the desk. “Court is adjourned.”
desperately tried to push back the tears threatening
to spill over. It wasn’t fair—it’s
not like he meant to steal the car. Six months was an
awfully long time to spend away from his home, family
and friends. Why can’t they see I’m
really a good kid?
I’m really sorry,” Ms. Lee said, squeezing
his shoulder sympathetically. “I hoped Judge Leighton
was going to let you off with a warning. I never expected
this, but I think he’s getting tired of all the
teenage crime around here. Unfortunately, he decided
to take out his frustration on you.”
nodded as he wiped away a traitorous tear trailing down
his cheek. “Thank you for trying.”
Lee smiled softly as she gathered her papers and tucked
them into her satchel. “I’ll see what I
can do about getting your sentence reviewed.”
okay…” Brandon’s voice trailed off
as the bailiff came over to take him into custody.
go, son,” the bailiff said as he snapped a pair
of cuffs on the teen’s wrists. Brandon allowed
himself to be led away, all the while his eyes sought
out his mother. She still remained seated, her expression
I’m sorry,” he pleaded with her. “You
have to believe me, Mom! I’m so sorry!”
Rudd kept her eyes ahead, never once letting them stray
to her son. Brandon felt as if a weight was crashing
down on his shoulders as his mother refused to give
him anything. Wasn’t she supposed to be his protector?
His nurturer? Now she acted as if he was no longer her
time, Brandon let the tears flow freely as he came to
the simple realization his mother no longer wanted or
Culpeper Juvenile Detention Center
A few days later…
“Are you ready to talk today, Brandon?”
glanced up at the staff psychologist, taking in her
appearance. Doctor Susan Reece wasn’t too bad
to look at and he figured he could have had worse. She
was petite, with short raven hair cropped closely to
her head and bright icy blue eyes. She was dressed in
a classic pinstriped suit with a turquoise blouse and
black wedge shoes.
been giving you your space, but I think it would be
better if you talked to me.”
it help me get out of here sooner?” the teen asked.
Reece shrugged as she leaned forward in her chair, clasping
her hands together on her desk. “Possibly, considering
this is part of your rehabilitation. If we tell the
judge you’ve been cooperative with us, he may
let you go early.”
considered that—it wasn’t as if he really
had a home to go back to. It was clear his mom no longer
wanted him in her life, but maybe he could go live with
his aunt down in Memphis. Aunt Judy always loved
having me around…
do you want to know?” he finally asked.
Reece smiled as she pulled a yellow legal pad from her
desk drawer. “Let’s talk about your family.”
barked out a bitter laugh. “You really go in for
the kill, don’t you?”
you rather talk about something else?”
can talk about my family. If we don’t do it now,
you’ll only grill me about it later, right?”
wouldn’t exactly call it grilling. I like to think
of it as a nice little chat.”
shrugged. “So, what do you want to know about
you care to share.”
my dad walked out on us a couple of years ago, my grades
have been tanking, and my mom is remarrying a complete
take it you don’t like him?”
it that obvious?” Brandon asked dryly.
I ask why not?”
doesn’t like me,” Brandon answered truthfully.
“Ever since my mom met him, he’s managed
to convince her that I’m nothing but trouble.
She won’t even listen to what I have to say anymore.”
did you have a good relationship with you mom before?”
Reece leaned forward in her chair. “Is there any
truth to what your mom’s fiancé has been
me being a troublemaker?”
really.” Brandon shrugged. “I mean, sure
I’ve done some things like skip school, get into
fights and things like that. But I’ve never done
anything major…not until this, that is.”
did you steal the car, Brandon?”
not like I meant to,” the teen admitted quietly.
“I was dared to do it by a couple of my friends,
but they bailed on me when the police showed up. I was
the only one who was caught.”
you sorry about what you did?”
nodded. “I never meant to hurt anyone, especially
my mom. I just wish she could realize that instead of
always thinking of me as a disappointment. It’s
just that lately…” his voice trailed off,
afraid to go on.
is it, Brandon?”
I’ve been…afraid of my mom. I think she
might want to hurt me.”
makes you say that, Brandon?”
not sure…it’s just a feeling I get from
her, almost like she wants me dead or something.”
just don’t see why you would think that, Brandon,”
Doctor Reece said, frowning. “That’s an
awful accusation to make.”
eyes flashed angrily. “You think I’m lying.”
putting words into my mouth.”
shook his head. “Forget I said anything at all.
No one ever believes me, anyway.”
Reece glanced down at her watch and stood up. “I
think we should call it a day. We’ll pick up again
in a few days, okay?”
Brandon got up from his chair and without another word,
headed back for his room. At least there he didn’t
have to answer any more stupid questions and constantly
try to defend himself.
A soft creak as the door opened could barely be heard
over the snoring of the slumbering boy in the room.
Two figures stealthily slipped inside and tiptoed to
either side of the bed, looking down upon Brandon Rudd.
first figure looked over at his partner, who nodded
as he pulled out a knife from under his shirt, the moonlight
reflecting menacingly off the blade.
warning, the sleeping boy’s eyes popped open and
locked onto the two figures. Just as he opened his mouth
to scream for help, a rough hand was placed firmly over
it. Brandon tried to struggle against the hold, but
his captor pressed his weight against him, refusing
to allow the boy escape.
frightened eyes followed the other figure as he raised
the knife above his head, trajectory of the long blade
suddenly altering and slamming into his chest, ending
I’m always workin’ slavin’ every
Gotta get away from that same old same old
I need a chance just to get away
If you could hear me think this is what I’d say
throaty grumble of the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala tore
through the silent stretch of the Virginia highway as
Poison’s Nothin’ but a Good Time
blasted through the speakers. The day was sunny and
warm, not a single cloud in the azure sky. The windows
of the classic were rolled down, allowing the fresh,
country air in to cool the car’s two occupants.
had to admit the breeze felt good against his skin,
even if Bret Michaels’ vocals didn’t do
it for his ears. It wasn’t that he didn’t
like the song—it just didn’t help when your
brother was belting it out along with him, completely
off-key. Not that Sam was really one to be a critic
of one’s singing, considering he couldn’t
hold a note if his very life depended on it.
Idol definitely wasn’t in the brothers’
course, nothing was in their foreseeable future if they
didn’t start catching a break soon. Their last
gig took them to Philadelphia, the supposed city of
brotherly love, only some people—or Egyptian curses—didn’t
quite get the memo. They were lucky to get out of that
one alive, depending on your definition of the word.
need nothin’ but a good time
How can I resist?
Ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ but a good
And it don’t get better than this
to that, they still had Mia Cameron, half bitch, half
demon extraordinaire to contend with. The brothers had
no idea where she was and it was rather unsettling.
They were doing everything they could in order to watch
out and protect themselves against her, but it was pretty
hard when none of the old stand-bys worked. No salting
the doors or windows, no Devil’s Traps, no protective
couldn’t even bring up the girl’s name to
Dean without starting a fight with his sibling. Sam
figured it had to do with Dean’s fear that Sam
was right about her all along and Dean couldn’t
stand the fact he’d refused to trust his brother.
Either that or he didn’t want to hear Sam say,
“I told you so.” Sam wasn’t about
to do that because it would be childish and it wouldn’t
accomplish anything prudent. Dean was having a hard
enough time dealing and he’d immediately put up
the walls he’d allowed Mia to knock down so easily.
wished it could be different for Dean instead of him
always getting the short end of the stick. Dean deserved
something good, but it seemed The Powers That Be were
dead against that from ever happening.
the hell should you reward Dean for all the good he’s
do have a reason why we’re driving through the
sticks of Virginia, right?” Dean asked as he turned
down the radio.
I ever steer you wrong, Dean?” Sam asked, glancing
up from the papers in his lap.
yeah,” Dean answered. “I’m sure you’re
just looking for a reason to pay me back for all the
times I pulled crap on you growing up.”
up?” Sam scoffed. “You still pull crap on
nodded. “My point exactly.”
grinned. “As much fun as that may sound, we’re
actually heading towards a new gig.”
What kind of gig?”
Juvenile Detention Center. For the past five years,
there have been a series of deaths plaguing the place,”
Sam explained. “It’s only centered there,
though. The rest of the town seems to be pretty quiet.”
do you know that?”
checked into the statistics. And a couple of days ago,
a guard at the center was found in one of the bathrooms
with his throat slashed.”
like murder to me,” Dean commented as his eyes
slid over to Sam. “How does that make it our gig?
I mean, sure, the police aren’t the best at what
they do, but we can’t keep going around cleaning
up their messes.”
makes it our gig because reports say for a day leading
up to the guard’s death he claimed a boy was following
frowned. “It’s a juvie hall, Sam. Of course
a boy is gonna follow him around. A lot of boys, as
a matter of fact.”
particular boy wouldn’t,” Sam argued. “Especially
since the boy the guard was describing has been missing
for several years now. Besides, it’s not the first
case of it happening.”
do you mean?”
people have claimed to see him. Dad even makes a little
mention of it in his journal,” Sam said, holding
up the leather book.
why didn’t he come see about it and put an end
shrugged. “Probably didn’t see much potential
I take it he didn’t have any ideas about what
was going on there?”
arched a brow at Sam. “Do you?”
tucked his papers and the journal back into his messenger
bag. “Could be your basic, garden-variety haunting.
We won’t know until we get there,” he added
with a smile.
groaned. “I really hate it when you have that
smile on your face. What did you do?”
may have called ahead and gotten us jobs at the center,”
the younger hunter replied nonchalantly.
I even want to know?”
not, but I’ll tell you anyway. I got on as a new
counselor while you will be the center’s newest
can’t I get on as a counselor? I have good counseling
skills,” Dean whined. “I don’t want
to stand around, watching a bunch of snot-nosed brats.”
that would be one reason among many others,” Sam
said dryly. “Besides, you shouldn’t have
that hard of a time with them.”
smirked. “Well, I imagine some of them to be stubborn,
foul-mouthed little jackasses. Sound familiar?”
hide that smirk before you find my boot up your ass,
shook his head, chuckling. “Nope, you’ll
have no problem fitting in at all.”
Culpeper Juvenile Detention Center
A couple of hours later, the brothers were pulling into
the gates of the center, after having secured a motel
room not too far away. As Dean pulled into the entrance,
he was directed to the East side of the four-story brick
building to park in the employee lot.
around, he was semi-impressed with the layout. A chain-length
fence surrounded the perimeter and video cameras were
placed every several yards or so. It didn’t look
imposing like a prison, since it lacked the razor wire
along the top. A couple of guards were patrolling along
the edge of the fence, but other than that, it seemed
the kids were allowed to roam freely, made obvious by
the cluster sitting on a couple of picnic tables.
doesn’t look too tight,” Dean commented
as he pulled into a spot.
not out to scare the kids, Dean,” Sam explained.
“They want to rehabilitate them so they can go
out into the world again and be productive. They try
to make these kids feel at home.”
me guess—you did some research, didn’t you?”
Dean asked, amused.
figured one of us should have some knowledge so we don’t
come off as a couple of posers,” Sam said as he
got out of the car.
frowned as he followed Sam. “But we are a couple
reason for the entire world to know that.”
didn’t say anything as he followed Sam to the
front entrance of the building. Upon entering, they
were blasted by a waft of cool air, welcoming them in
its refreshing embrace. They’d barely taken a
few steps when a tall, slender man with longish, brown
hair, stepped out to greet them. He was casually dressed
in khakis and an olive green polo shirt.
you two our latest hires?” he asked, eyeing the
would be us,” Dean answered.
man’s face broke into a smile. “I’m
Thomas Jacobs, captain of this little ship.”
Sam Carver,” Sam said, holding out his hand. He
nodded towards Dean. “This is my brother, Dean.”
very nice to meet the both of you,” Jacobs said,
warmly shaking their hands. “I’ve got to
say, it’s strange to find siblings who want to
work at the same place.”
do you say that?” Dean asked.
waved a dismissive hand. “No reason—just
an observation. We’re relieved we could find some
help, considering new hires are hard to find around
here these days. You really couldn’t have come
at a better time.”
we’ve heard about the run of bad luck you’ve
been having,” Sam admitted.
was about to comment when the group of detainees they’d
seen outside earlier came in. “How about we go
into my office and talk?”
and Dean said nothing as they followed the director
down the long, narrow hallway to the right of the entrance.
Walking past a few closed doors, they came to an open
doorway towards the end.
was rather modest, with gray filing cabinets taking
up one wall. A standard office desk sat in the middle,
where an older computer monitor and keyboard took most
of the surface. What little space was left was littered
with papers, a Rolodex, and other office necessities.
have to excuse the mess,” Jacobs apologized with
a laugh. “I was never one to embrace organization.”
we never really saw much eye to eye, either,”
Dean said as he and Sam took a seat in front of the
smiled, but then became somber as he took his own chair.
“I hope our bad luck around here won’t run
you off. We really could use some help.”
just had a guard that was murdered, didn’t you?”
such a terribly tragedy.”
you found the killer yet?”
shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. The boys here
are really worried, and I can’t say that I blame
them. We’ve been doing everything we can to keep
it under wraps and not cause any more unnecessary stress
guard—he wasn’t your first death around
here, was he?” Dean asked as Sam shot him a look.
Sam may have wanted to take things slow, especially
when they were stepping into a potential situation that
could get them both killed if they weren’t careful,
but Dean didn’t seem to have gotten the memo.
mean…well, sure, we may have had a few incidents—”
Jacobs said, becoming slightly flustered.
arched a brow. “A few?”
facility is going to have its run of bad luck…”
I think maybe you should ease up a little,” Sam
eyed the two of them curiously. “How did you know
about the other deaths? We haven’t exactly been
gave a casual shrug. “We like to do our homework.
We’re not about to step into something without
making sure our asses are covered.”
smiled tightly. “I can certainly admire that,
but I can assure you, we are doing everything in our
power to find out what’s going on here. This institution’s
safety is our number one priority.” He flipped
through a sheaf of papers. “Now, I see here, Dean,
that you worked at another facility back in Tulsa?”
nodded. “I needed a change of scenery.”
not sure how much of a change you’re going to
get here, but we’re glad to have you either way.
It will make it that much easier to transition you into
your job with the experience you’ve had.”
knock at the door had all three men looking up to see
a stocky man with thick, black hair, wearing a guard’s
uniform standing there.
timing,” Jacobs said, smiling.
these our newest additions?” Stu asked in a deep
voice that would make James Earl Jones proud.
exchanged a quick glance with Sam, hoping his brother
was getting the message loud and clear: You are
so dead, Sammy.
stood up. “This is Dean and Sam Carver. Boys,
this is our head of security, Stu Tyler. You’ll
be tagging along with Stu, Dean. He’ll show you
grinned tightly, almost grimacing as he looked back
at the bulging mass of a man. “I can hardly wait.”
much rather stay behind with Sam so they could continue
to grill Jacobs, but Dean also knew he would blow their
cover if he did that. Besides, Sam would fill him in
later if he learned anything.
this way,” Tyler said, gruffly. He didn’t
wait for Dean as he walked out of the office.
I should get going then.” Dean traded one last
look with his brother, telling him to be careful. Sam
gave an almost imperceptible nod in understanding and
the older Winchester reluctantly left.
As Dean followed Stu Tyler, he became convinced the
bulky man was the Incredible Hulk, sans being green.
He’d barely uttered two words since they left
Jacobs’ office, those being grunts that vaguely
sounded like, “Follow me.”
walking around for what seemed like forever to Dean,
they finally came to a set of unmarked double doors.
Pushing one open, Tyler stepped back to allow Dean passage.
“This is the guards’ locker room. Your locker
is number seven.”
do you know? My lucky number,” Dean quipped.
grunted as he opened it up. “There’s your
uniform—put it on.”
I at least get a little privacy?”
ignored him. “When you get finished, you’ll
find a nightstick and pepper spray on the top shelf.
Guards ain’t allowed to carry guns at any time.
stopped himself from giving Mr. Personality a salute.
“Loud and clear.”
be right outside the door.” Tyler left without
dude is totally out of the running for Ms. Congeniality
at the company Christmas party this year,” Dean
muttered as he grabbed his uniform—God, kill
me now—out of his locker. Sam would get
me the gig that requires playing dress up.
hunter made quick work of getting dressed, but it took
longer for him to part ways with his trusty Desert Eagle.
I’m so sorry, baby. You know I wouldn’t
leave you if I had a choice…
ain’t got time for you to get dolled up in there,
princess!” Tyler’s voice boomed through
the locker room, followed by the door slamming shut.
about to make time to shove this nightstick up your
ass,” Dean mumbled under his breath.
his gun one last look, he reluctantly placed it at the
bottom of his locker, underneath his pile of clothes.
He felt completely naked going without it, but he knew
he couldn’t afford to get tossed out. Not before
he and Sam figured out what the hell was going on around
you long enough,” Tyler grumbled as soon as Dean
flashed a cheeky smile. “I had to make sure I
looked my best for you.”
Another smartass to deal with.” Tyler rolled his
eyes and began walking.
jogged to catch up with him. “So, how long have
you been sharing your cheery disposition around here?”
must like it then.”
a job. I don’t give a crap about what happens
here as long as I have a paycheck at the end of the
yeah—a total ass and apparently one who doesn’t
like to talk. Sorry there, Stu, but I was never one
to take a hint.
you know the guard that was murdered?”
glared back at him as they began to climb the staircase.
“What are you? Nancy Drew?”
personally preferred the Hardy Boys growing up,”
Dean answered smartly. “So, did you know him?”
if I did?”
shrugged. “Has to be hard to lose a friend like
said he was my friend?”
I just assumed since you worked together…”
know what they say about assuming, Dean?”
about an ass, I think.”
he was a decent guy, I guess,” Tyler replied as
they came out of the third floor landing. “But
apparently he didn’t know how to watch his back.”
saying someone on the inside killed him?”
not saying nothin’.”
finally came to a stop towards the middle of the long
hallway. “This wing is your post. Keep your eyes
open and stay alert. You’ll be relieved in a few
Dean one final glare, Tyler left the way he came.
Watching as Dean left with the head of security, Sam
could feel Jacobs’ eyes on his back. Turning back
to face the director, Sam offered an apologetic smile.
about my brother. Dean’s usually not like that.”
When he’s asleep, at least, Sam mentally
harm done,” Jacobs said with an easy smile.
just that he never wanted me to take this job in the
first place, with everything that’s been happening
here,” Sam explained with as much sincerity as
he could muster. “The only way he would let me
take it was if he could get hired on as well. I’m
just lucky you had another position open.”
quite all right, Sam. There’s no need to explain.”
Jacobs nodded his head towards the open doorway. “You’re
very lucky to have someone watch out for you like Dean
does. It’s the one thing these kids here seriously
nodded. “Yeah, I am lucky,” he admitted.
Dean had gotten him out of more tight spots than Sam
cared to admit and he was thankful for that, each and
stood up and walked to the door. “How about I
show you to your office and get you settled in?”
smiled. “Sounds great.”
Jacobs the way he and Dean originally came, they went
past a couple of doors, coming to a stop in front of
one right off the entranceway. Unlocking the door, Jacobs
opened it up and stepped back to allow Sam to enter
you can see, there’s really not much to it,”
Jacobs said, following Sam in. “This position
has been vacant for a while now.”
an understatement, Sam thought as he took in his sparse
surroundings. The only furniture that seemed to dominate
the small room was a desk and a couple of chairs, sitting
in the middle. A set of dingy blinds covered the lone
window and the cinder block walls were a faded white,
while dust littered everything in sight.
can do anything to make it feel a little more inviting
if you please to do so,” Jacobs said.
it’s fine.” Not like I’m going
to be here long enough to make myself at home.
uh…we always have a counselor on duty—you’ll
strictly be on day shift for the time being.”
good,” Sam said as he went around to sit behind
have an open door policy around here. The boys are free
to come talk to you whenever they feel the need.”
you’ll have a computer within the next hour or
so. It will allow you access to all the files on the
boys so you know who you’re dealing with.”
He glanced up at Jacobs. “How long have you worked
here, Mr. Jacobs? I mean, if you don’t mind me
took a seat across from Sam. “It’s Thomas
and I don’t mind at all. I’ve been here
for about ten years now,” he answered, smiling
must really enjoy your work.”
imagine it has to be hard sometimes though.”
director’s smile turned into a frown as he nodded
somberly. “It is, but I do what I can to help
these boys. Someone has to offer them a second chance
at a life and I’m happy to oblige.”
smiled warmly as he found himself slowly liking the
man before him.
there anything else before you get to work?”
hesitated, really wanting to ask about the guard’s
death, but also not wanting to step on any toes.
Oh, what the hell…go for it. You’re not
going to get any answers keeping your mouth shut.
guard that was murdered—”
held up a hand, stopping Sam. “I think I already
know where this is headed, Sam.”
frowned. “You do?”
and I can assure you that you and your brother will
be perfectly safe. It’s not your job to worry
about that. We’re letting the police handle everything.”
stood up. “I should let you get started. If you
have any other questions about your job, you know where
to find me.” He placed a key on Sam’s desk,
stirring up a cloud of dust. “Make sure you lock
up at the end of your shift, okay?”
nodded as he watched the director leave. “Sure.”
sure was in a hurry to get out of here as soon as I
began asking questions…
thing Sam knew for sure: He and Dean were definitely
going to have to keep a watchful eye on everyone here.
This is almost as boring as doing research with
Sammy, Dean thought as he made another trek down
the seemingly unending hallway. Nothing had happened
within the last few hours or so. No arguments, no fighting,
not even any good gossip. He was seriously considering
finding some wet paint just to watch it dry.
the uniform…let’s not even get started on
was a reason Dean Winchester refused to wear polyester.
The obvious was that it was hot, but the most uncomfortable
reason was that it itched in places Dean wasn’t
comfortable scratching unless he had complete privacy.
And let’s face it—even if the halls happened
to be vacant right now, as soon as he scratched, every
door would pop open. He wasn’t about to fall for
to the very end of the wing, Dean spotted a door cordoned
off with yellow police tape. “Now, how the hell
did I miss this earlier?”
sure no one was watching, Dean tried the knob and was
surprised when it turned easily in his hand. They
really are lax with their security around here…
slipping inside, Dean was again surprised to see he
was in the bathroom where the guard was murdered. The
outline of the body was still marked on the floor with
tape and the smell of blood remained in the stale air.
out his EMF meter, the hunter slowly walked around,
searching for any trace of a supernatural entity. The
meter remained obstinately quiet, the lights at the
top not even giving the tiniest of flickers.
strange. I thought Sammy said there was something…”
it off, he shoved it in his pocket just as the door
opened, revealing a boy with curly red hair of about
thirteen or fourteen.
are you?” the boy asked.
new guard.” The hunter tilted his head to the
side. “Who are you?”
You’re not supposed to be in here, you know. No
are,” Dean returned.
shrugged. “I’m no one.”
a little harsh, isn’t it?”
shrugged again. “So, what are you doing in here?”
a break,” Dean casually replied. “What are
you doing in here?”
away from everyone. I come in here to think.”
this place a little creepy now that someone died in
walked past Dean to peer down at the body outline. “Why
would it be? I was the one who found him, so it doesn’t
perked up at that. Finally, something interesting!
you see what happened?”
young teen eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you
Wyatt relaxed a little. “I didn’t see what
happened. I just came in here to use the bathroom that
night and I found him on the floor, gurgling up blood.
I called for help, but by the time they got here, he
must have been awful,” Dean offered sympathetically.
It was hard enough for him to face death on a daily
basis sometimes, but for a kid to witness it was ten
times worse in Dean’s book. It had a way of changing
them for the rest of their lives.
nodded. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping
the past few nights.”
you tried talking to any of the counselors?”
Mr. Jacobs has been trying to get me to see them, but
they wouldn’t be able to help me.” He hesitated
before glancing at Dean nervously. “They wouldn’t
believe me, anyway.”
you about what?”
shook his head as he walked towards the door. “Forget
I said anything.”
is it, Wyatt?” Dean asked, getting the boy to
stop. “You can tell me. I promise I won’t
but you’ll laugh at me.”
sighed. “I think I’ve been seeing things,
but I don’t know if it’s really real or
if it’s all in my head.”
are you seeing?”
been seeing a boy follow me around.”
leaned down so he was eye-level with the teen. “What
did he look like, Wyatt?”
was kinda tall. A little older than me, I guess. He
had longish, blond hair and green eyes.”
frowned, wondering if it was the same boy the guard
had seen before he died. “Did this boy ever say
anything to you?”
nodded. “He kept saying my name over and over
again. He said something else, but I couldn’t
was about to inquire further when the door behind Wyatt
opened and Stu Tyler walked in.
are you doing in here?” he asked the both of them
gruffly, but his gaze was on Wyatt.
stepped in front of the kid and offered the guard an
apologetic smile. “Wyatt saw me come in here so
he came in to tell me I needed to get out.”
glared at Dean, and then turned his attention back to
Wyatt. “Is that true, Wyatt?”
glanced down at Wyatt, giving him a slight wink.
sir. I didn’t want Dean to get in trouble,”
the boy answered quietly.
seemed as if he didn’t believe Wyatt for a second,
but finally he opened the door and nodded. “Get
back to your room, kid.”
sir.” Wyatt traded one last look with Dean before
scurrying out of the bathroom.
approached Dean, seriously violating the hunter’s
personal space. “Do you not know how to read,
smiled easily. “You mean, the police tape on the
I know how to read. I was just curious—you can’t
blame a man for that.”
know what they say about curiosity?”
smirked. “You really like those sayings, don’t
lips twitched as he took another step towards Dean.
“I would suggest you keep your curiosity to yourself.
You never know when it could land you in some serious
arched a brow. “Is that a threat, Stuey?”
shrugged. “Consider it a friendly little warning.”
He stepped back and pointed at the door. “Shift’s
over. Get out of here.”
held the guard’s gaze for a few moments before
smiling. “Whatever you say, boss.”
didn’t say anything, but as Dean walked past the
bulky man, he had the distinct feeling if looks could
kill, he would have been nothing but a pile of smoldering
yeah…I am definitely pissing off the locals.
“Dude, you seriously had to go and piss him off?”
Sam asked, looking at Dean like he had grown two heads.
There were just some times when Dean amazed him with
his arrogance and stupidity.
brothers had returned to their motel only a few minutes
ago and Dean didn’t waste any time telling Sam
about Stu Tyler.
not my fault the guy walks around with a stick shoved
up his ass the entire time. I think if he were to crack
a smile, he’d fall over dead,” Dean said
around a mouthful of his double cheeseburger.
shoved a couple of fries into his mouth. “Yeah,
but you could have found someone else to get on their
bad side. Why did you have to choose Thing from
glared at his sibling. “I didn’t choose
my gig, remember? That was you who paired me with him.”
shook his head as he took a sip of his soda. “You’re
seriously blaming me for that?”
sure as hell not blaming myself.” Dean shoved
the rest of his burger into his mouth. “I can’t
help it that he didn’t fall for my charm.”
you really blame the guy?”
that supposed to mean?”
Sam pushed away his remaining meal and leaned back in
his chair. “Did Tyler at least tell you anything
when he wasn’t contemplating smashing your face
into a wall?”
snagged the rest of Sam’s burger and bit into
it. “He knew the guard that was killed.”
but he didn’t tell me anything except the dude
should have been watching his back.”
he thinks it was an inside job?”
shrugged. “He wouldn’t say. I swept the
bathroom with the EMF, but came up with nada.”
Dean polished off the burger and threw the wrapper at
the trashcan across the room, where it bounced off the
rim and landed on the floor.
shook his head as he grinned. “Did you find anything?”
There were no traces of a spirit anywhere to be found.”
we’re back at square one?”
necessarily. I did talk to the boy who found the guard’s
body,” Dean said proudly.
Sam asked, impressed.
He didn’t actually see it happen, but he did tell
me something interesting.”
claiming to see the same boy that was following the
guard around. It could just be a coincidence or like
you were saying—a simple haunting. It could be
we don’t believe that, do we?” Sam asked.
a chance.” Dean got up from the table and collapsed
on his bed with a groan. “I told you all about
my day. What about you?”
grimaced as he scratched the back of his head. “Not
as eventful as yours, I’m afraid. I got the silent
treatment from a couple of teens with major chips on
their shoulders.” He let out a weary sigh. “It
made talking to you about feelings seem like a walk
in the park.”
frowned. “I’m not that bad.”
rolled his eyes and didn’t warrant that with a
response. “I tried talking to Jacobs, but he didn’t
seem to want to talk about the murder.”
think he’s hiding anything?”
He just seems really concerned about the kids and keeping
sat up on the bed. “So, basically, all we have
so far is a dead guard, among other deaths within the
past five years, and some spook boy.”
Sam reached for his laptop and booted it up. “I
figure we should start with the center and see if there
were any mysterious deaths that match our boy’s
at me when you find something,” Dean muttered
as he once again lay back down and closed his eyes.
shook his head in amusement as he focused on his task
at hand. Heading to the local paper’s website,
he typed in his search query. He clicked on article
after article, but turned up empty.
to try another approach, he typed in “Disappearances
from the Culpeper Juvenile Detention Center” and
smiled when an article from about five years ago came
up. He quickly perused it and when he clicked on the
picture, Sam knew he had found what they were looking
think I found something.”
turned in his chair to see his brother was still snoozing.
jerked awake, bolting upright. “Dude, what the
hell is your deal?”
said I may have found something.”
well, why didn’t you say so?”
sighed and bit back a retort as Dean walked behind him
to peer at the computer screen.
did you find?”
disappearance of Brandon Rudd. He was a fifteen-year-old
kid who was sent to Culpeper when he stole a car. After
serving about a week of his six month sentence, he vanished
without a trace. Everyone chalked him up as a runaway.”
why do you think this is our Casper?” Dean asked,
of this,” Sam said as he clicked on a link, pulling
up Brandon’s picture.
of a bitch…”
picture that stared back at the brothers was of a young
teen with shaggy, blond hair and bright green eyes that
seemed to pierce through the screen.
is who everyone’s been seeing,” Sam said.
who Wyatt was describing.”
I’ve been thinking about this.” Sam tapped
on the screen. “Everyone who’s seen this
kid has turned up dead.”
eyes widened as he realized what Sam was getting at.
“Sammy, if that’s true, then Wyatt’s
going to be next.”
Culpeper Juvenile Detention Center
Wyatt Sinclair enjoyed the quiet of the night as he
strolled around the grounds of the center. It allowed
him to gather his thoughts and get away from everyone.
He had to admit, after talking to Dean, he felt a little
bit better because he finally felt someone here understood
him and didn’t think he was crazy. He was grateful
he finally found someone he could trust in this place,
especially after Dean didn’t rat him out to Stu.
on his MP3 player, the young teen smiled as Fall Out
Boy’s Beat It blasted through his headphones.
was so engrossed in his music, he didn’t hear
the sound of footsteps approaching behind him. He nearly
jumped out of his skin when he noticed the long shadow
in the security light.
around, his music player fell out of his hands and he
let out a relieved sigh when he saw who was there. “I
didn’t know you were behind me!”
person said nothing as he barely lifted his hand.
squinted and gasped when he noticed the knife. Swallowing
nervously, the boy took a few steps backwards. “What
are you doing with that?”
was the only thing to answer Wyatt.
have to get out of here! I have to get some help!
on his heel, Wyatt began to run away, glancing behind
him frantically to see if he was being followed. Not
paying attention to what was ahead of him, he fell to
the ground after crashing into a hard surface. Looking
up, he saw that his silent pleas were answered.
You have to help me! He’s trying to kill me!”
other man leaned down as if to help him. Instead, he
jerked the boy to his feet in an iron grip.
what are you doing?” Wyatt cried, struggling in
his captor’s grip. He kicked back, his foot connecting
with something, but the grip didn’t ease up.
let me go!” Wyatt pleaded.
of letting go, his captor put a hand over his mouth,
silencing any more pleas. Wyatt watched with tear-filled
eyes as the other person approached, the knife raised
above his head.
can’t believe I trusted him, the teen thought
before the knife was plunged into his chest.
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