Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 28, 2015 10:36:18 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE THIRTEEN.
"I'm not talking about it anymore" April announced, looking off to one side out of the psych hospital's window. "I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy." Sam, dressed in hospital whites, posing as an orderly and holding a clipboard, smiled understandingly. "Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most" was his honest rebuttal before continuing with his line of questioning. "April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?" "It doesn't matter" she mumbled, defeated but Sam was not so easily deterred. "It matters to me" he insisted. April finally looked back in Sam's direction. "When I -- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body" she explained woodenly. "I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop." She put a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. "I'm sorry." "You don’t need to apologize" Sam assured her kindly. After a brief pause, he glanced down at his notepad and then back up again. "April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along."
April shrugged. "Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never." She noticed the serious nature of Sam's expression and her eyes lit up hopefully. "Do you believe me?" "Yeah, I do." Sam nodded firmly. "Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you... happen to smell anything?" It was an odd question, he knew, but an essential one to ask. April looked confused. "Anything, like what?" "Like...rotten eggs" he threw out casually. "Or...sulfur." April looked even more confused. "Um...no." Sam tried again. "Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?" April's eyes widened in disbelief. "What, are you crazy?" Sam excused himself pretty quickly after that.
When a girl in the PSYCH ward asked if you were crazy, you knew it was time to go.
~~~
"So?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow as Sam slid back into the Impala. "I think she's telling the truth" Sam allowed, buckling his seat belt. "I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically -- kind of sounds like demonic possession to me." Dean picked up on the added words immediately. "Kind of" he echoed questioningly. "Well she didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur" Sam admitted, working through alternative possibilities that would still make this a case. "Maybe it's not a demon" Dean suggested, frowning. "I mean, kids can be vicious." Sam knew that. He knew that all too well. But as long as they were in the area, they should at least double check to make sure everything was kosher. He voiced this idea to Dean casually. "Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." "Right." Dean paused, looking a little pained. "The school." Sam blinked. "What?" "Truman High" Dean announced. "Home of the Bombers." Sam still wasn't following why he wasn't at least a little excited to check the place out. "What's your point?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know man...I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?" "I'm not" Sam lied instantly. Well, it was a half lie. He wasn't "jazzed" to go back as Dean had accused, but he'd had a good time at that school...after a slight bumpy start...and he just wanted to see it again. It wasn't like he'd go out of his way to see it but since they were already there, it would be pointless not to go. Especially if something supernatural was going on. "I just think it's worth looking into" he finished. Dean looked at him for another minute, as if trying to read something in his expression, so Sam was sure to keep it closed off. Finally, Dean just shrugged and started up the car. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Like they could ever pull off being young enough to be high schoolers. College kids, maybe. Not high school. "Don't worry" Sam chuckled.
"I've got an idea."
"I'm not talking about it anymore" April announced, looking off to one side out of the psych hospital's window. "I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy." Sam, dressed in hospital whites, posing as an orderly and holding a clipboard, smiled understandingly. "Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most" was his honest rebuttal before continuing with his line of questioning. "April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?" "It doesn't matter" she mumbled, defeated but Sam was not so easily deterred. "It matters to me" he insisted. April finally looked back in Sam's direction. "When I -- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body" she explained woodenly. "I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop." She put a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. "I'm sorry." "You don’t need to apologize" Sam assured her kindly. After a brief pause, he glanced down at his notepad and then back up again. "April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along."
April shrugged. "Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never." She noticed the serious nature of Sam's expression and her eyes lit up hopefully. "Do you believe me?" "Yeah, I do." Sam nodded firmly. "Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you... happen to smell anything?" It was an odd question, he knew, but an essential one to ask. April looked confused. "Anything, like what?" "Like...rotten eggs" he threw out casually. "Or...sulfur." April looked even more confused. "Um...no." Sam tried again. "Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?" April's eyes widened in disbelief. "What, are you crazy?" Sam excused himself pretty quickly after that.
When a girl in the PSYCH ward asked if you were crazy, you knew it was time to go.
~~~
"So?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow as Sam slid back into the Impala. "I think she's telling the truth" Sam allowed, buckling his seat belt. "I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically -- kind of sounds like demonic possession to me." Dean picked up on the added words immediately. "Kind of" he echoed questioningly. "Well she didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur" Sam admitted, working through alternative possibilities that would still make this a case. "Maybe it's not a demon" Dean suggested, frowning. "I mean, kids can be vicious." Sam knew that. He knew that all too well. But as long as they were in the area, they should at least double check to make sure everything was kosher. He voiced this idea to Dean casually. "Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." "Right." Dean paused, looking a little pained. "The school." Sam blinked. "What?" "Truman High" Dean announced. "Home of the Bombers." Sam still wasn't following why he wasn't at least a little excited to check the place out. "What's your point?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know man...I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?" "I'm not" Sam lied instantly. Well, it was a half lie. He wasn't "jazzed" to go back as Dean had accused, but he'd had a good time at that school...after a slight bumpy start...and he just wanted to see it again. It wasn't like he'd go out of his way to see it but since they were already there, it would be pointless not to go. Especially if something supernatural was going on. "I just think it's worth looking into" he finished. Dean looked at him for another minute, as if trying to read something in his expression, so Sam was sure to keep it closed off. Finally, Dean just shrugged and started up the car. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Like they could ever pull off being young enough to be high schoolers. College kids, maybe. Not high school. "Don't worry" Sam chuckled.
"I've got an idea."
