Crossroads {Supernatural/Riverdale}

Halls

I stood with Sweet Pea at my locker. "Just act normal, it's the police and if they question it we'll explain. I can be very persuasive at times."

My phone beeped and then Pea's did. We looked at each other confused and looked at the video that had been sent. It the footage of Fangs and I with Midge.

"We need to get out of here now." Sweet Pea started dragging me towards the side doors.

"What about Fangs? He's going..."

He cut me off by kicking the door open and shoving me. "Get to your car and get the hell out of here. Now, I'll get Fangs and meet you at the quarry."

Police sirens made us look toward the front of the school.

"Go! Now!" Sweet Pea went back into the building.

I took off running to my car and made it there before anyone could blink. I took my keys out. "I'm like the goddamn Flash." I unlocked my door and sensed someone behind me. I whipped around and saw a Hispanic man standing there.

"The Lodge's want to see you."

"Like hell." I went to get into my car.

"They know all about you..."

I stopped.

"And if you don't come with me your Serpent friends won't see tomorrow." He spoke.

I stood up straight and closed my car door.

Timeskip

I stood in what seemed to be Hiram's study and looked around.

Hiram entered and sat behind his desk. "I've heard a lot about you from Archie, Veronica, and Reggie. Archie and Reggie are convinced that you are a witch."

"They're mistaken." I said calmly.

He opened a file on his desk. "Beverly Erika Malia Winchester, your last name was Mantle for a little while you living with Reggie. I'm sure your gang member boyfriend would love to know that you slept with the Mantl boy while you were high on Jingle Jangle."

I just stared at him and sat down on the arm of a chair.

"Anyway, you were born in Glade Park, Colorado to Ms. Malia and lived there until you were 14, your mother died of cancer and not long after you dropped off the grid. You joined your brothers, right? Sam and Dean Winchester, other than them you are in surveillance pictures constantly with James Novak, Claire Novak, or Jody Mills." He placed the pictures.

I stared at the pictures.

"Sam and Dean Winchester supposedly died years ago. To add to everything, you are now a gang member and a practicing witch. Now I have a proposition, you work for me and no one will find out what I know. But killing me will do nothing to help you, it will just instantly release an online article about you Winchesters and everything you do." He slid the file over to me.

I stood up, placing my hand on his computer and took the file. "Alright, fine."