Mute 𖤐 Sam Winchester

SIXTEEN

SAM, Dean and Joyce stood inside of the auditorium as they waited for Sam and Dean to finish with the officer on the investigation. While they waited, Joyce tried her best to comfort Marie in some way.

She held a paper up and smiled. It read: "You'll be all right. You're strong."

Marie looked at her. "Can you really not talk? I mean, you can hear, right?"

Joyce nodded.

"What happened?"

Joyce pulled the collar from her neck and exposed the large scarring across her throat and down her neck. Marie's eyes widened at the sight, and her jaw fell agape.

"Woah." She said. "Who did that?"

Joyce wanted to openly admit that it was the same Wendigo from Supernatural; but she hurried and wrote on the paper: "Wrong time sort of deal."

"You're pretty strong yourself, then." Marie said to her.

Sam and Dean approached the two.

"Hey."

"Let me guess, you guys came here to laugh at me too, right?"

"Why don't you tell us what happened to your friend?" Sam asked her.

Marie inhaled. "Maggie quit the show. She was trying to get us shut down, and so we were fighting. Then she—she left, and I heard her scream. So I ran outside to help, and. . . I saw a scarecrow. It looked just like the one from our show, but. . . Alive."

"Then what?" Dean asked calmly.

"I—It wrapped her up in vines and took her behind a dumpster. Then they were both just. . . Gone. So, I called the cops and a bunch of adults just told me I have an overactive imagination, but it's all real. . . Ghosts, angels, demons—"

"I want to believe." Maeve chimed in.

"You should believe." Sam said to the two. "You both should. 'Cause it is all real. And so are we. I'm Sam Winchester, that's Dean and Joyce."

Joyce pursed her lips and watched as the two girls stared at them, before glancing to each other. And just as if they were on cue, they both began to laugh.

Sam and Dean's faces fell as the mute woman scratched at the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Now, look, I'm willing to accept that monsters are real, but those books are works of fiction."

"And you guys are way too old to be Sam and Dean. Maybe not Joyce, but nobody even knows her."

"Oh, yeah."

Joyce stared at the girl offendedly.

"More of a Rufus/Bobby combo, maybe."

"Okay, all right, little miss sunshine. We are what the book call Hunters."

"FBI Hunters?" She asked.
"Yeah."

The two looked at each other again. "You guys are X-Files."

"Sure, yes, you could say that. So, the scarecrow in your musical— is it based on the one from the books?"

"No, I changed it." Marie responded. "I got scared of a local legend when I was a kid. There was this old, creepy scarecrow on an abandoned farm outside of town. Kids used to say if it caught you, it would take you away."

"Okay, if this scarecrow is based off of your version, then Mrs. Chandler and Maggie might still be alive."

"You think the scarecrow was created by the play?" Maeve asked.