Rise to Fail

05. Live Free or Twihard

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION - DAY

Dahlia smiled her kids who were running around, then turned to Dean and asked, "You good?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

Before she could say anything, the two looked up as Sam and Angie approached and Dean said, "Hey."

"What're you so stoked about?" Sam asked.

"What? Nothin'. Whaddya got?"

Sam handed over a pile of Missing Persons fliers which Dean leafed through. "Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year -- all about the same age."

"And cute. But Lia's cuter." Sam scoffed and Angie chuckled. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sam."

"Right. Sure. Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"

"Well... six directions to go here," Dahlia said. "Pick a number."

"Seven," Angie corrected. "Another call just came in today."

"Elle, Zay, time to go," Dahlia said.

They got into the Impala and the Charger and drove down the road.

INT. KRISTIN'S HOUSE

Sam, Dean, Dahlia and Angie were speaking to Kristin's father. Noelle and Isaiah had been told to stay in the car.

"Kristin's a good kid," the father said. "A little naïve, sure... You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard."

Dean glanced at Dahlia with a light smile.

"Right," Sam noted. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter."

Kristin's father paused. "Last door on the left."

Dean and Dahlia glanced upstairs. "Thanks."

Sam, Dean, Dahlia and Angie climbed the stairs and Sam gave a quick glance back to the father.

"Whaddya think he was talking about?" Dean asked quietly.

"Drugs?" Sam guessed quietly.

Dahlia shrugged. "Could be anything."

Dean shrugged. They entered Kristin's room and Angie flipped on the light. The walls were painted red and covered with vampire posters. Vampire and gothic accessories were everywhere -- including vampire pillows on the bed.

"Oh, it is SO much worse," Dean commented.

Dahlia looked around and nodded. "It's -- I don't even have a word for it. God, I feel like I'm back in middle school."

Sam snorted. "Vampires?"

Her lip curled. "Ah, these aren't vampires, dude, these..." Sam shut the door and they caught sight of a full-sized cut-out of a teen heart-throb "vampire". "...These are douchebags."

"Yeah."

They glanced around the room.

"Wow," Dean and Angie commented.

"Hm." Sam went to the bed and started flipping back the covers. He looked under a pillow and found a red laptop. "Aha. All right." He moved over to her desk. "Let's see what we can see. All right."

He turned on the laptop; it made a screaming noise and a picture of an intense-looking fake vampire popped up. The four flinched.

"Th-that's super... uncomfortable," Sam said.