The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 7 Section 2

The three decided to split up to cover more ground. Dean sat in the impala outside of the Wallace house watching and eating candy. Angel sat outside the dead cheerleader's house on a bench and Sam was back at the motel looking through more research.

After ringing in Angel, Sam patched Dean in as well, "Hey."

"Hey, I patched Angel in too. How's it going?"

"Awesome, yeah." Dean grumbled, "I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I've been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."

"What about you Angel? Anything?"

"Fraid not, Sammy. This girl was just as squeaky clean as Mr. Razor Blade. I can't seem to find anything on her other than your average high school rumor here and there."

"Well someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a-" He stopped abruptly "Son of a bitch."

"What?" Angel asked, her interest peaked, "Are you saying son of a bitch like a whine or like you've got something?"

"Oh I've got something alright."

Back at the motel...

Dean quickly picked up Angel and the two of them made their way back to the motel. Dean threw the motel key onto the table as they walked in the room. Sam was lying on the bed with the laptop open.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?"

"Apparently..." Dean scoffed, "She's the wallaces babysitter."

Angel shook her head, "Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace."

"Huh..." Sam mused, "Interesting look for a centuries-old witch."

"Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean smirked as he took a seat on the other bed, "I would, hmm..."

Angel and Sam both gaped at him as he got lost in thought. Sam's bitch face was clear as day and Angel's disapproving glare nearly burned a hole in his head. When he noticed he raised his eyebrows at them innocently.

"Anyway, now that i've got that image seared into my head," Angel turned to Sam, promptly changing the subject, "Did you dig up anything good?"

"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school."

He turned the laptop to show a picture of Tracy as well as a list of notes:

NOTE: Student was suspended for a violent act on a teacher.

STUDENT NAME: Tracy Davis

ADDRESS: 27 Lirewenshire Lane

PARENT NAME: Jerome Walker Davis

PARENT NAME: Mary Jane Kanoli Davis

STUDENT EMAIL: tracydavis@kadsf.std2

PARENT EMAIL: jwdavis@qerqwe.com

GRADE: 11

HOME ROOM: Mr. Goldwyn

COUNSELOR: Mrs. Parks