Supernatural In Nature (under construction)

4. Say Goodnight

-DIANA'S POV-

I'm sitting in the Impala with Dean, who's listening to music on the radio and I stare out the window. Sam is inside, talking to a girl who killed a girl by drowning her in a toilet. Ew.

After about 3 songs, I get really bored. "I'm going outside for a second."

Dean comes out of his not-so-silently-singing-along mood. "What?"

"Im sore from that last case. A girl needs to stretch." I close the door behind me as I get out. I see Dean staring at me through the window and give him a small wave as I walk away from the Impala a bit.

After a small arm stretch, I bounced in place for a second then ran towards the Impala. At last second, I turned and ran towards one of the building's walls.

As I reached the wall, I ran up the side and did a quick backflip and didn't stop to land on my feet. I continued to backflip away from the wall until I reached the Impala then stopped with a small twist in the air to land facing Dean's window.

Dean stepped out of the Impala and gave a small clap. "That was awesome!" I laugh in agreement as Sam walked out of the building.

We walked over to him. "So?"

Sam gave a slight shrug. "I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically- kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

Dean scoffed. "Kind of?"

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." Sam said as we walked over to the Impala.

"Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious." I said as I reached my door.

"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." Sam looked lost in thought for a second.

Dean smiled. "Right. The school."

"Huh?"

Dean's smile widened. "Truman High, home of the Bombers."

"So? What's your point?"

Dean looked at Sam. "I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into."

I shook my head. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

Sam opened his door. "Don't worry. I got an idea."

We all piled in the Impala, and I got a bad feeling at Sam's 'I got an idea'. Words like that aren't really good.

"I really hate this." I mutter to myself as I down at my uniform.

Apparently Sam's idea to go undercover was for him to be janitor, Dean to be a substitute P.E. coach, and me to be a cheerleader. I was going to be a substitute teacher but I looked to young, then Dean had to open his mouth and said I should be a cheerleader.

So I got "enrolled" into school and now I'm a cheerleader. The school even gave me a spare uniform that they had. And I have to wear it ALL day because my regular clothes were covered in blood and other things, and I needed new ones.

Plus today was a prep rally today or something like that.

"Hey! Myers! Pay attention!" the cheerleader coach yelled at me. I'm in the middle of cheer practice in the gym and I keep daydreaming of me kicking Dean and Sam's butt.

As I focused back to Earth, the rest of the cheer squad giggled at me. "Diana Myers, what was I just talking about?!" everything the coach, Mrs. Riley, said sounded like she was yelling.