Super Freaks

I Hate Demons

We met up with Sam downstairs, he was waiting for us in the office.

"Well, what was it?" He asked as he closed a filing drawer and looked up. He had to ask, both me and Dean were unharmed, and had it been something awful, there would have been lots of noise. So he had to ask. Hunter's rule.

"Just a bunch of hoodlums. And, we are looking for a serial killing ghost," Dean replied as he made a guester that suggested he was upset. Sam frowned. I sighed. God damnit, Dean. More specific, you idjit.

"I don't understand? I know that already, all the victims are girls and go-"

"What he means is we found another underlying factor. Ever hear about the story of the woman in black?" I said shooting a dirty look to Dean. Dean rolled his eyes as he slumped into a plastic office chair, his gun in his lap. I looked back to Sam.

"Well, yeah. A woman who dies from a betrayal of love, right?" Sam asked. I nodded.

"Well turns out one of our victims was having love problems. The ghost ganked the girl a few days after the girl found out about her guy cheating, and according to sources, all the victims had love issues," I replied and Sam nodded.

"It makes sense. How do you know it's the woman in black? It could be a cupid gone bad," Sam asked.

"Jenny and Brad told miss Kim Possible over here their concerns about Hayley," Dean said and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not even a ginger, and my gun was on safety," I snapped back at him and he rolled his eyes. I was no Kim Possible. Sam looked lost in thought, seeming completely oblivous to our bickering.

"So were up against a woman in black, who is Yassinia, which the back story is," Sam trailed off.

"She was dating a boy from a rival school, constantly teased, until he broke up with her to take another girl to his homecoming. She killed herself after hearing the news," I provided. Sam nodded.

"Well it looks like were going to need access to Yassina's things, because I sure as hell don't want to be in these halls any longer," Dean rose.

"Agreed," I replied and followed after him, Sam following behind, thinking. I attempted to reach out and tap into him, but he was blocking without even knowing it, he was so deep in thought. I stopped attempting and got into the impala.

In the car, I was thinking over the stories. I didn't blame the girls. Back in my highschool days, I had problems too. Probably one's I'd care not to admit to, but they existed.

"Mich!" I yelled happily as I waved down the hallway. He was standing by the side of the water fountain, and, I didn't notice it at the time, but he was oogling Grace's ass as she bent down to take a drink. I honestly didn't blame him.

"Hey baby," he replied and slung an arm over my shoulder when I got to the end of the hallway, grinning. I smiled back up at him, resting a hand on his chest as we began to walk out of the school, he walked me home every day. He also knew about my special talents and my ghost Abigail.

"Hey love," I replied and pecked him on the lips. Michael and I had been together for about a month and a half now, and he was my knight in shinning amour, to an extent. He did, however, have amazing lips.

"You excited for homecoming this week?" I asked him as I traced a lazy circle on his breast plate, circling dangerously close to his nipple. I watched in awe as his breath hitched and his pants grew in size. I'd learned a couple trick in the circus. I was 15 now, I was going strong and hot and very close to getting out of here. Michael was my boy toy and he knew it, and I loved it.