Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Hey, Matt," Sam said as we walked through the forest. "Remember me?"
Matt spun around, grasshopper on the back of his hand and a small cage in the other. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, we wanna talk to you," Dean said.
"You're not here to buy a house, are you?" Matt asked. "W-wait, you're not serial killers—"
"No, no, no. I think you're safe." Sam chuckled.
"So, Matt, you sure know a lot about insects," Dean began.
"So?" Matt asked.
"Did you hear what happened to Linda? The realtor?"
"I hear she died this morning."
"Hmm, that's right," Dean hummed. "Spider bites."
I rolled my eyes. "You tried to scare her with a spider yesterday, right? Personally, I would've kicked your ass for it but..."
"Wait, you think I had something to do with that?" Matt asked.
"You tell us." Dean shrugged.
"That tarantula was a joke," Matt stated. "Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy."
"You know about those?" Sam asked.
"There is something going on here," Matt continued. "I don't know what, but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something." He grabbed his backpack and walked off.
We followed him further into the woods, which was top ten worst decisions a girl could make in a situation like this. Hell, maybe even top give worst decisions.
"So if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?" Sam asked. "Maybe he could clear everybody out."
"Trust me, I've tried. But Larry doesn't listen to me," Matt explained.
"Why not?"
"Mostly, he's too disappointed in his freak son," Matt answered.
Sam sighed. "I hear you."
"You do?" Dean asked as he and I walked slightly behind Sam and Matt.
I don't know what kind of fucked up childhood these two had, but clearly they both interpreted it differently. Both sides of the daddy issues coin, if you will.
"Matt, how old are you?" Sam asked instead of answering his brother.
"Sixteen," Matt told him.
"Well, don't worry because in two years something great is gonna happen."
