My Guiding Light

Chapter 21

Season: 4

Episode(s): It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Setting(s): N/A

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Ugh. School. I hate being back here. That's probably the biggest difference between Sam and I. I hated high school, he loved it. He breathed for it. It was his life blood. For me, it was just a necessary step I needed to take before I could go to college for my doctorate. It took me four years to get that damned thing, probably longer if you take into consideration all the prep I needed to do behind my Dad and Brother's back so I could leave when I did.

"Mia, I need to tell you something." I remember an eighteen year old Sam saying as he walked through our shared motel room, Dean and Dad sharing the other. I was pacing, my hands were shaking. I needed to tell him something too? Did he know? Is he confronting me about it? I could play dumb here but I don't know where that would really get me. I just nod and stop pacing, sitting down on the bed opposite his - the one he was currently sitting on. With a deep breath, Sam speaks the words that I've been trying to rehearse over and over in my head but with no success. "I'm leaving. For Stanford. I got an offer." He says silently just in case the older two Winchester's are on the other side of the very thin motel walls.

"What!?" I say in a panicked voice, not fully taking in Sam's moment of rejection as he doesn't get the reaction he was hoping for. "You can't leave, that's what I was planning on doing." I continue, standing back up and pacing.

"How did you-" Sam starts to question and I pull out my acceptance letter from my back pocket, throwing it on his lap. "Get accepted when I was such a troubled kid? No idea, I guess the fact that I worked my ass off on the tests to prove that I could still do the work despite breaking a few kids bones really convinced them."

"You changed your report didn't you."

"What- no.... yeah." I sigh and rub my face. "I really want this Sam." I say quietly.

He sighs and pulls me in for a hug. I don't fight it, but rather hold him tightly against me.

"Looks like Stanford is getting two Winchesters." He says quietly into my messy brown hair

"Bring back memories?" I hear Sam say as we walk into the art room of our suspected witch. I notice Dean staring at a few of the Halloween mask projects. Some of them being quite graphic and well put together and others look more like what I would have done: like I poked holes in a slab of clay and called it a day. I enjoyed how annoyed teachers would get at my defiance.

"Yeah." I smirk as Dean replies with a jumpy 'what do you mean'

"Being a teenager, all that angst. What do you think I meant?" Sam says, his voice subtly laced with concern.

"Oh. Nothing." Dean brushes it off and looks off to something different. A kid placing a bong into a kiln. I smirk and dean probably does too.

"Now that brings back memories." Dean comments before the teacher enters the room.

"You gentlemen wanted to talk to me?" He says, carrying a box of who knows what. I frown, once again invisible. "And lady, my apologies." He says with a smile. I smile back at him then look to my twin as if to say 'see? its not that hard to acknowledge i exist'. I like this guy.

"Mr Harding-" Sam starts but is cut off, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please, Don. Even my students call me Don." He says in a dismissive manner as we follow him over to his desk.

"Mhm, we get it. Uh, I'm Agent Way, this is agent Geddy and Lee." I say, nodding my head towards my brothers who are fishing for their ID badges. "We have a few questions about a student of yours, Tracey Davis?"

His eyes flash with something that seems more than just recalling a student. Especially one that attacked him. Maybe he's sleeping with her, he does seem to be the type to sleep with students.

As per usual i dont really listen to whats being said but rather keep my ears open to trigger words that could be significant. Something i learnt quite quickly when hired as a doctor for the hospital back home. I learnt one thing really quickly; that people tend to over share instead of cutting to the chase.

I snap back to attention when i hear the words 'Inappropriate and disturbing'. Could be nothing and if i was figuring out the cause of a patients sickness i would have dismissed those words but in this instance we are intitiating the witch trials so 'inappropriate and disturbing' sticks out like a sore thumb.

"She would colour page after page with all these bizarre, cryptic symbols." He says and my eyebrows raise as if urging him to go on. "And then there were the drawings: Detailed images of killings. Gorey. Primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them - participating." My stomach churns at the look in his eyes. I cant tell what exactly it is about the way he recites this but something seems...off.

"Symbols." Sam says, deciding to focus on confirming we have the right person even though we pretty much have all but a signed confession from the bitch. "What kind of symbols? Anything like this?" He holds up a baggie with the old coin to show the teacher. Of course he brought that damn thing along.

"Yeah, i think that might have been one of them." The teacher nods, too much recognition in his eyes. Yeah, hes slept with her. For sure. I just have a feeling.

"Any idea where Tracey is now?" Dean asks

"Id assume her apartment."

"Her apartment?"

"Yeah, she came here as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." The three of us share a look and then i look back at the teacher suspiciously. Not many teachers have access to the knowledge of a students living arrangements, heck, most of the schools i went to had no idea i lived in the back of a car and a motel if we could find one. Definitely sleeping with her.