Choking on Halos

Chapter One: "The Hot Teacher"

"So, uh, tell me why we're at an elementary school again?" Dean groaned after he parked the impala, the only other noise were the kids yelling and screaming from the playground.

Sam just gave his brother a look, "the husband of the deceased girl had only said something about her being a teacher at Blackhawk Elementary. Which she had in common with the other two females that were found about a month ago. So, since that is the only evidence we have gathered so far, we are making a little visit." With a sarcastic smile, Sam opens the door but is stopped before he could get out of the car.

Dean groaned with disappointment, gripping the steering wheel tight. "I know, but, it's just... Why couldn't it have been a college? I doubt there are any attractive teachers in this damned school out in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere."

Scoffing, Sam just rolled his eyes before exiting the car, "you know, Dean, hunting isn't just about killing the monster and getting the girl. It's about saving people-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Don't rub it in." With a scrunched up face, Dean locks up the car before readjusting his suit coat, and making his way inside right beside his brother.

Kids slowly stopped playing and started staring at the duo, making them tense and self-conscious.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like they are staring straight into our souls?" Dean whispered as they entered the front doors, a small buzzing noise going off.

Sam ignored him as the office management gave them quizzical looks. An older aged man stood up and walked over to him, his hair a very pasty white and combed over to the right side of his head, his thick wired glasses making his already wrinkly face look even older, a light blue button up barely even holding together with his round stomach, and his breaches being held up by black suspenders. "How may I help you two fine gentlemen?"

Both grabbing their fake badges, they only flash them to the man for a couple seconds before flipping them shut and shoved back in their pockets. Sam coughed, "I'm agent Tillman, and this is my partner, agent Smith. We are here to look up on some evidence of the teachers that were recently deceased. If you don't mind that we looked around their rooms for a little, would you?"

The old man glanced over his shoulders at his comrades with hesitance before shrugging; a long, deep, and airy sigh escaping his lungs. "Yeah, I guess you could take a look around... But I thought they were confirmed to die of natural causes?"

The old man started making his way down the hallways, not even waiting for the two to confirm or deny anything. Giving each other a slightly confused and cautious look, the brothers started following behind.

"Mrs. Stacey was a very kind and gentle woman... the kids all loved her, and if we were both single, I would have considered asking her out to dinner..." the old man chuckled sadly, before rubbing the back of his hand under his nose. "The other two, Ms. Kennly and Mrs. O'Conner weren't actually teachers, just substituting, but from what I could tell, they were just as nice and gentle as Mrs. Stacey. God, I miss her..."

After a couple more seconds of awkward, tense silence and a couple of corners, the three find themselves standing in front of a slightly ajar door, soft, almost inaudible music playing from inside. Paper shuffling and scrapping against a desk top was heard, making the brothers anxious to see who was in the room.

The old man sighed yet again before turning to face the two. "Well, this was Mrs. Stacey's room. Until we find another teacher to fill her place, we have a substitute for now. But I may warn you... Ms. Johnson can be a big... distraction."