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Chapter 2: Garret Silus
Afternoon, Last Gasp, MI
The three of them sat in a Biggersons, the only Biggersons in Last Gasp. Dean had ordered a double bacon burger, Sam had ordered a salad, and Em had ordered a spicy chicken sandwich. Dean scrutinized her as she ate—as she spoke to Sam. She was his type physically. Young, with a pretty face, a nice body, she was a Hunters kid so she knew the life. He hadn't mentioned the Em H. on his arm, and if Sam was smart as smart as he thought he was he wouldn't say anything either. Em hadn't mentioned the Dean W. on her arm since they were in her dorm room, either.
They were sitting in a booth, in the back, even though the restaurant wasn't very crowded at 1pm, they still wanted their privacy. Sam and Em sat on one side and Dean on the other. The red vinyl benches and plastic table top shone brightly in the bright light from the hanging lamp overhead. Their table was covered in refills (Dean's two mostly ice/mostly empty sodas, and five mostly ice/mostly empty waters between Em and Sam.) there was barely any food left on their plates. And the conversation had turned from the plan to have Em meet up with her parents or brother, to Sam's big-night-o'-fun.
"So, uh, your friend. The blonde one…is she…she's… she's a student like you?" Sam said nervously.
Em smirked, "Nyna." She took a sip of her water, "She's eighteen, you're good."
"Oh," Sam released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "How did you know?"
"I recognized you from the bar last night. If I knew who you were then, I wouldn't have let her go through with it."
Dean looked up from what was let of his burger and looked at her, "How did you know we were at a bar last night?"
She pursed her lips, and sucked her teeth, "We don't trust Nyna when she drives, and she doesn't have a license. Chantel doesn't have a car, and only has a provisional license—she's seventeen. If she tried to get with you," She directed at Sam, "I would have handcuffed her to the car door. And I have a motorcycle that seats two. Alicia has—had a car."
"So you car jacked your roommate to go drinking?" Dean asked.
"Alicia lent it to me."
"Let me see your ID," Dean held out his hand.
Em reached into the pocket of her overalls, pulled out her wallet, and handed it to him. He pulled out three IDs out of the slot. The first one was a Saint Katherine's student ID, the second was a Michigan ID with her name and real birthday. The third one was a Florida ID with a similar first name, and completely different last name, and a birthday that claimed she was 22.
Dean tucked the first two IDs back in the wallet slot, and examined the Florida one closely. "This is pretty good. High quality, good attention to detail." He nodded. "Emily Holliday?"
He looked at Em.
"I couldn't think of anything else." Em shrugged, "At least I did something close to my name. I called Nyna, Nancy Bleedingheart, and Chan is Caitlyn Fyrres."
Dean made a face at the last two fake names. "Why Florida?"
"I figured no one in Last Gasp would have ever seen a Florida license close enough to know a fake."
Dean put the card back into the slot and handed her the wallet.
The waitress approached and whisked their finished plates away and asked, "Anyone want desert?"
"No, thanks." Sam said, "just the check please."
She nodded, "Okie dokie, coming right up." And turned away.
"By the way," Em said pulling a card out of her wallet, "Lunch is on me."
Sam frowned, "We're not gonna take your money."
The waitress came back to the table and placed the check in the middle of the table. Em put the card down and handed the check back to the waitress, who immediately turned away to go to the nearest POS.
She shrugged, "It's not my money."
"We're not gonna take your parents money either." Sam amended.
"It's not theirs." Her eyes widened as she spoke.
"Then whose is it?" Dean asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"Garret Silus."
"Who's he?"
"Oh, right. Forgot my dad didn't tell you." She sucked her teeth again, "He's this senior at Saint Sebs. He's got a rich daddy, and doesn't check his mail. Gets a lot of credit card offers, pretty good APR and APY though."
"So you stole his identity for a credit card?"
"You do it too." She reminded the brothers, "I just wanted to have some money without sneaking into pool halls. I'm eighteen, the most I can do to make money without stealing or getting shitty food service job, is charge people to sleep with me. This is cleaner. And his daddy just pays without looking at the bill."
Sam choked on his water at her casual mention of prostitution. Dean just grinned.
"Okay, we'll let Garret pay." Dean said.
The waitress came back with the card and the check once more.
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Afternoon, Motel Room, Last Gasp, MI
"You boys have certainly made yourselves at home," Em said, dropping her duffle on the floor next to the boys' luggage.
She took off her jacket and sat in one of the chairs by the circular table that was covered in Last Gasp and Saint Katherine's history books. She picked on up read the title, then looked up at the giants, "So, where are we with the research."
"We," Dean gestured to himself and Sam, "Are still researching the school. You are waiting until we cross with your parents or brother."
Em rolled her eyes, "You know I found Alicia right?" She looked at the brothers who nodded. "I've been at Saint Kits since I was sixteen, this was supposed to be my second year there."
"What's your point?" Dean grumbled.
"It's gonna take you a day if don't include me on this. And at the end of tomorrow, when you finish the books, you're going to realize that you don't know anything more than you did today. And you're going to ask me to tell you everything I know. This way no one else dies. And I get to hunt too."
"You wanna hunt?" Sam asked, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"Yeah," she shrugged, "I hunt with my parents all the time, you did too. But I was here alone. Whatever did this to her. To the others. I should have stopped it earlier. I should have realized it was a hunt, not some group suicide pact." She bit her lip.
Dean crossed his arms.
"Okay, we'll let you hunt this once." Dean said, "But only when we see you, if it gets too dangerous you're out. You can help with research, but when it's go time. You're here, where you're safe."
"Fine," She agreed.
"Now," Dean sat on the bed that faced the table, "What's up with your school."
…
"Okay, start from the top again, we need to make sure we got this right." Sam said. The sun had set, she had repeated the history twice already.
"After we get through this we're gonna get something to eat." Dean said.
"In 1904 Saint Kits was originally Saint Sebastian's a Catholic school for boys. In 1920 it become two schools. A girls school—Saint Katherine's, and the boys school—Saint Sebs. They called it Saint Katherine—Saint Sebastian Catholic School because it was run by the congregation, and the same Padre was principal of both schools. It turned coed in the 1950s, when they joined the schools and the Saint Sebs campus on the other side of the train tracks was abandoned except for the housing. So the boys are only a half mile away from the main academic buildings, and there are still some classes that take place on the Saint Sebs campus. But that's neither here nor there.
"It stayed coed until the 1980s when Tabitha McCarthy lost her virginity in the Saint Kits main dormitory to Barry McKnight after dating him for a month. He dumped her immediately after. She was inconsolable, blamed him for taking her purity, and it only got worse when he started dating Christina von Clief, president of the Abstinence club.
"Tabby couldn't take it, so she threw herself out of her dorm room window. Her suicide note blamed Barry, and she wrote she wouldn't let any other Saint Kits girl get ruined by a Saint Sebs boy ever again. She told her friends, before she killed herself, that she thought she might be pregnant, and she didn't want to live to bring Satan's hell-spawn bastard into the world. Coroner's report concluded she wasn't pregnant though.
"After her suicide and her blaming a Saint Sebs boy, the schools split, the boys moved back to their classrooms on their campus. With the Saint Kit—Saint Sebs Father presiding over both schools." Em repeated.
"Okay," Sam rubbed his eyes, "and how does that tie into the Saint Kits suicides."
"I'm getting to that." Em reminded, "After she offed herself, they buried her in the school chapel cemetery, along with the other kids who died early. Something about redeeming her soul from hellfire by giving her a catholic funeral. I don't remember, I wasn't paying attention that day in religion class. They also planted an orange tree to honor her. Last night I smelled orange blossoms before I saw Alicia. She'd kicked us out of the room, so she and her boyfriend could be together for the first time.
"I bet, all the other Saint Kit Suicides were girls in relationships who were sleeping with their boyfriends for the first time like Alicia."
"So you're saying that, what, four girls, out of, say, a thousand are having sex at this school." Dean shook his head, "That's just wrong."
"No." Em said, "I'm saying people are having sex, just not having sex on campus."
"So where are they having sex?" Sam asked.
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Abandoned Train Station, Night, Last Gasp, MI
Sam and Dean whipped their flashlights around the abandoned train station, only a few yards away from a set of abandoned train tracks.
Em showed them the way to the train station after they ate dinner at a local diner. She grinned as they swept the open area with their flashlights, she walked over to an entrance and flicked a switch on the wall, and the overhead lights turned on. Sam and Dean whipped around to her, guns aimed.
"Chill, Tabby isn't gonna be here." She said, then nodding to the lights, "We rigged it up last year."
They clicked off their flashlights and tucked their gun into their jeans.
What do you mean 'we'?" Dean asked before he could stop himself.
"I mean the student body." Em explained.
"Emphasis on body," Dean muttered.
"There are a lot of offices. SO people aren't doing anything in front of each other," Em explained.
Dean looked around, there were old wooden benches that looked uncomfortable, but worn. But other than that, the place looked, surprisingly clean. Like someone cleaned up the cobwebs.
There were some condom wrappers, candle stubs, and some ripped fabric in a trashcan by one of the office doors.
Before either of the brothers could mention the view, a set of doors to the outside opened. Two Saint Kit—Saint Sebs students entered their hands flurried, and tongues entangled. Em strode over to Dean from the doorway and tapped his boot with hers.
He looked over at her and she mouthed, "Garret Silus."
The three of them watched as Garret pulled off his jacket and made pulling motions at his button up shirt. Garret wasn't anything to look at either, he had dust colored curly hair, that was cropped close on the sides and left to furl on the top. He was lanky, with pointed joints. He wasn't tall enough to be considered tall, but he wasn't short. He was skinny enough that it looked like he'd be barely 110 lbs soaking wet.
"This is…hard to watch." Dean murmured to Em, making her grin.
"He's still trying, though." She moved her head to the side, watching as he broke his kiss to pull off his button up shirt.
Sam made a face, "This is worse than any hunt."
His partner finally noticed the lights were on and the three people standing there. Her eyes went wide. And she began to feverishly button up her shirt. "Uh, Garret." She said. His partner, who Em recognized as Tate von der Bilk, gulped. She looked at Em, begging with her brown eyes to keep her from saying that Tate was at the train tracks. It was no secret that Tate was a member of the Abstinence Club, a new member, but still a member for the Virgin Brigade. She buttoned the collar of shirt and crossed her arms over she chest in shame.
"Gimme a moment, baby, it's almost off." He tugged at his shirt twice. Before he pulled his head back through the opening, and ripped it open, sending buttons flying.
"Garret," She spoke again. She licked her lips, and tied her straight dirty blonde hair into a low professional ponytail.
"Okay, I'm ready." He said.
Dean cleared his throat, "Hey Garret."
Garret looked away from his partner, and to the three hunters. "Oh, uh." Then his eyes locked onto Em, "Em, h-h-hey. What-what are you doing here?" He looked from her to Sam, back to her, then at Dean. His eyes darted between the three of them, but he kept refocusing on Em. "I thought you withdrew, what are you doing here?"
"Don't worry about it," Dean said, moving a bare inch away from Em, he hadn't realized that they'd been standing so close to her, "What are you doing here, a girl from your school just died."
"Well, yeah." Garret admitted, "But Alicia was kind of a bitch. I mean ask Em. If anyone had it coming it was Alicia."
"Go home, Garret." Em commanded. "Take Tate back to Drumand Hall, then go back to your dorm at Saint Sebs."
"You can't tell me what to do!" He crossed his arms over his bare chest, his shirt was still have open and the buttons were ruined, "Just case you want a devils three way without anyone knowing doesn't mean I have to pretend I didn't see you."
Em rolled her eyes hard, "Seriously." She pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment.
"Devils three way?" Sam frowned.
"We're going to go in an office and do our thing, and you and your boys can go in another." Garret said boldly.
Dean raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could he was interrupted by Garret.
"I mean, that is if you want to send Beavis and Butthead on their way and you can join me and Tate." He unfolded his arms and wrapped one around Tate, who turned bright red, and appeared to shrink in front of the hunters. "Seriously, Em, we can do whatever. Hell, join me and Tate and I won't tell anyone." Tate shrunk further and further into the ground, and her face was as red as a beet. If she could have disappeared, she would have.
"What!" Em growled.
"Well, yeah." He shrugged. "I mean who's Tate gonna tell, she's in the Virgin Brigade—sorry Tate. So she can't say she was here, but me. I come here all the time—"
"Yeah, with your left hand." Em snapped.
"Uh, no." Garret said and continued his tirade. "With a bunch of Saint Kits girls. Like Megan Hascolmbe. The hot senior from last year! And Lucy Beeter. And—"
He wasn't able to continue listing Saint Kits girls as Em walked over to him, grabbed his left arm, twisted it behind his back, and forced him against a wall.
"Whoa, Em." He said, shock and pain evident in his voice. "If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was—"
"Shut your goddamn mouth, Garret. For once in your life. I don't give a shit if all of Saint Kits and Saint Sebs knows I've been here tonight for a devils three way."
Sam gulped, but Dean had his eyebrows raised.
"Take Tate back to Drumand Hall, and go back to Saint Sebs or I'll tell Nyna and Chantel I saw your thing and it's the size of an iPod Shuffle."
"No it's not!" He insisted.
"Doesn't matter, you know Nyna and Chan. One phone call, your choice Garret."
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Night, Motel, Last Gasp, MI
Dean couldn't sleep. It was late, he and Sam had spent so many hours on the road the day before. Sam was sleeping soundly in the other queen bed, Em was sleeping soundly in the motel room couch. But Dean couldn't sleep. The soul mark on his arm tingled, hers must have been itching too. Dean couldn't shake how young she was. Too young. Yeah, eighteen is legal, and she knew the life. But she wasn't someone he could be with be with. Hell, her parents knew him.
Her fathers, irritation at his proclamation of love for catholic school girls, made more sense now. He'd felt more self-conscious around her than he'd felt in a long time. That and he was the delivery boy; whatever happened during this hunt, Em had to make to her parents alive.
The trip to the train tracks was good for one thing, it established that Tabitha McCarthy, or Tabby, as Em called her, was confined to Saint Katherines, Saint Kits, main dormitory. Em had explained many times that it was in Drumand Hall where all the girls died.
Still something bothered him about this hunt, yeah it was a little stickier than your-average-ghost-hunt, but only four girls in the past year. Em said that the schools rejoined last year, so how was it that only four girls in the past year and a half-ish that died.
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Morning, Motel, Last Gasp, MI
Em was sat facing the door, away from any reflective surfaces, while she waited for the brothers to shower and change. She had taken it upon herself to wake up early, use what little motel hot water there was and change in the bathroom. And while she assumed the brothers would do the same, they'd still insisted that she face away from the bathroom.
"Are you done yet?" She said, when she heard the bathroom door squeak open. She rested her cheek on her fist, a bored expression on her face.
"Almost, I forgot my shirt." Sam said. She could smell his aftershave. "Dean back with the coffee yet?"
"Nope," She said, as she heard him ruffle through his bag and pull out a shirt. "He left fifteen minutes ago. Said to tell you that he owes you twenty." She crossed her legs.
She heard Sam sigh and mutter "I knew I should have brought my wallet into the bathroom."
"I'd go with layers today, it's only supposed to be fifteen outside." Em reminded.
"Thanks. You can turn around now."
Instead of turning around, Em got up and sat on Dean's mussed up bed, "So, uh, you gonna call Nyna? Or should I tell her you were just looking for some fun?"
Sam blanched, "Oh, um. I don't, uh, Em, I can't…" Sam stumbled.
Em raised her eyebrows, and she cracked a smile, "Relax, Nyna doesn't care about you at all. I just thought I'd tease you a bit."
"Oh." Sam released a breath.
"So, uh," He said, taking a seat at on his bed. "Is the thing on your arm… has it always been there?"
Em shrugged, and crossed her legs, and rubbed her arm absentmindedly for a second, "I know that someone people get them at puberty, Danny doesn't have one. My parents do. Nyna got hers when she was 11. But Chan doesn't have one."
"I don't have one either."
"My mom said I was born with mine, and I know I had an aunt like that too." Em looked at her hands, "It's weird, y'know, there's so much expectation around it."
Sam was about to say something, when the door opened, Dean sauntered in with three large cups of coffee, and a gust of cold air. He handed one to Em and the other to Sam.
"Mornin'," He took a sip, "So what do we do to kill the day before we burn some bones tonight?" He was dressed warmly. Thick jeans, boots, a t-shirt, fleece plaid shirt, and leather jacket. Sam was dressed similarly, except without the boots and jacket. Em was dressed in the same hunter uniform, although her hair was longer and tied back into a pony tail.
Em looked at Sam with a wicked grin, "Wanna max out Garret Silus's credit card?"
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Been busy, laptop died twice last semester. Am going to update, NLE next. Please review. Originally this chapter was going to be the rest of the hunt, but it was going to be too long. So I get to write another chapter on this hunt before I move to the next. Don't forget to review