Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

6 A Little Slice of Kevin: Part 1

December 2nd - December 5th, 2014

Dean went out to pick up some groceries and came back to join Sam and me at the cabin a little while later.

"Hey," Sam said when Dean walked in.

"Hey," Dean said and set down the groceries on the counter.

He was pale and looked slightly in shock.

I furrowed my brow. "Are you okay?"

Sam turned his attention to Dean and could clearly see what I was talking about. "You look like you've seen— Well, I was gonna say, you look like you've seen a ghost, but you'd probably be stoked."

Dean nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I'm cool. What's up?"

I furrowed my brow, not totally believing him. "Well, we found a story about a kid that went missing from a preschool."

Dean nodded. "That sucks. And?"

"And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe twenty seconds, then, uh... shazam," Sam said, "Back to perfect weather."

Dean shook his head. "Hmm. And they poo-poo climate change."

Sam and I chuckled as Dean put the beer in the fridge.

Sam sighed. "Well, similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places... uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes, and a river gets overrun with frogs."

I nodded. "New Mexico... a mailman disappears, the earth splits open."

"All right. So, uh, you thinking demons?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, possibly, but... I mean, this stuff was major. These folks have nothing in common... no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?"

"Why do demons want anything?" Dean asked and lightly slapped Sam on the shoulder. "Uh, so, we on this?"

Sam and I nodded. "Yup."

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We drove to the preschool teacher's house that was with the little boy at the time of his disappearance. Sam knocked on the door, and when she opened it, she was hiding behind a chain lock. We held up our FBI badges.

"Mrs. Hagar?" Dean asked. "Agents Roth, Malloy, and Cherone. We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction."

She looked at us nervously, still hiding behind the chain lock. "Like I told the police, one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up, and the next minute... I woke up in a park three blocks away."

"And you have no memory of what happened?" Sam asked.

Mrs. Hagar shook her head tearfully. "No. He was just gone."

"Can you think of any reason why somebody would want to harm him?" Dean asked, "Um, any enemies?"

"Enemies?" she asked, confused. "He's five."

Sam turned slightly away from us and started speaking into his phone. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..."

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Hagar asked, confused.

"It's, uh, code for your own safety so that you can't reveal anything under enhanced interrogation," Dean said.

"Now, when you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of a struggle?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No."

Sam put his phone away and turned back to her. "Smell like sulfur?"

She looked at him, stunned. "How did you know that?"