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The last bell of the day had rung, and the Winchesters were patiently waiting for John to pick them up. It’s been a week since they’ve first entered the school.
“Hey, Dean,” Sam said. Dean looked down at Sam, “Anything new with your English teacher?”
“Why are you asking?” Dean asked. Throughout the week, Dean’s told Sam some interesting moments in the class with the man. The way he talked, his accent, how he treated the students. The man made Sam smile, intrigued with how different this man was from any other person he’s met before in his life.
“Nothing. Never mind,” however, Sam didn’t want to admit it to Dean.
“By the way, you think dad would mind if I stayed after school today?” Sam asked, “I have a paper to write, and I want to work on it.”
“Why can’t you use the laptop?”
“We don’t have a printer.”
“You don’t need a printer to work. You can print the paper in the morning at school,” answered Dean. Sam looked away, a bit disappointed. Dean finally saw that Sam wanted to stay away from the motel a bit.
“Ok. What time do you want me to get you?” Dean asked.
“About four. You think dad will get mad?”
“Yeah.”
“So I can’t go then.”
“No. You can go.”
“But I don’t want to get in trouble.” Dean hesitantly looked back down at Sam.
“You think you’re going now? Sam, when Dad picks us up, he’s not going to stay at the motel. He’s busy, Sam. I’ll walk you over here, and then I’ll come pick you up about an hour later. Ok?” Dean said. Sam nodded at the plan.
“I have to relate the theme of a book to certain events in my life,” said Sam.
“Just use that, um, new magic book or whatever.”
“You mean Harry Potter?”
“Dude, everyone just started talking about it a week ago.”
“Maybe because it came out a week ago.”
“Whatever. Anyways, just do something with that book, ok?” Finally, John came to pick them up. As predicted, he left immediately to work on his case, which left Dean and Sam alone in the crummy motel. Waiting until they were sure John left, Dean closed the blinds.
“Ok, Sammy. Let’s go.” Sam brought his backpack and walked out with Dean. While they’re journey back to the school, Sam wanted to ask one more question about Dean’s teacher.
“Hey Dean, have you noticed anything strange about your teacher?” Sam asked.
“Strange? You mean monster strange? You think he’s a monster?”
“Well, that’s up to you to decide. I’ve never met the man. However,” Sam was trying to process what he’s heard about this Mr. Smith. Dean noticed how analytical he was, and that nothing really surprised him. Also, with the fact at how fast paced he was, and how… experienced he was, with so much existential knowledge of Earth.
What was I thinking? Sam thought, I just accused my brother’s teacher for being a monster for being a bit different, and knowing a lot of things. After a long minute of thinking, Sam erased that last thought.
“Never mind,” said Sam. 15 minutes later, the both of them arrive back to the school. They went into the library, and Sam picked out a computer to work on. While Sam settled down, Dean looked back, and suddenly noticed a marvelous looking girl working in the library. Dean gave a little smirk to himself, and decided to go after her.
“Hey,” greeted Dean.
“Um, hi! Can I help you?” The girl turned around.
“Wait, you work for the school?” Dean asked.
“Um, yeah. You ok? You look surprised,” said Rose. Dean froze there, trying to find a way out of this awkward situation.
“Um… that new Harry Potter book… pretty cool. D-do you have it here?” Dean said.
“Wait, Harry Potter is out this year?” Rose asked, letting that comment slip out.
“Um, yeah. The book’s been out for, what, a week now. You didn’t know? Everyone’s been talking about it.” Rose started to panic a bit.
“Um, so sorry sir. We, um, don’t have any more copies of the book,” Rose said. Sam then started tapping on Dean’s back to get his attention.
“Hey, Dean, I’m done with the paper,” said Sam. Dean turned around.
“Already?”
“I just had to edit. Surprisingly took shorter than I thought,” Sam then looked behind Dean, and recognized the library lady from before. He gave an awkward wave, “hello.”
“Let’s go Sammy,” Dean said. Dean started to walk away from the scene. Before Sam left, he gave one last smile to Rose. She let out a stressful sigh of relief.
When the Winchesters were outside, Dean had that little moment stuck in his mind for the next minute, a bit embarrassed that he might’ve hit on a 25-year-old. However, more confused as to why she looked lost when he mentioned Harry Potter. Like, shouldn’t a librarian know anything about, well, books? Especially popular ones?
“Dean,” said Sam.
“What?”
“Did she look odd to you?”
“Who? The library chick?”
“Yeah.” Dean thought about it for a second.
“Well, other than she looked more loss than a freaking deer on the road, no. Well, when I asked her about the Harry Potter thing, she looked really… lost...”
“Same thing happened to me with her. I asked her for a regular book, and she couldn’t think of one.”
“Wait, any book?” Dean asked, looking down at Sam.
“Yeah. I know. You’re a librarian, so you should probably have a clue as to what book is good and what’s bad. Though it makes me question more with the fact that Harry Potter-”
“Yeah yeah, I get it Sammy,” said Dean. He then froze in place, as if remembering something real important. Sam noticed his footsteps stopping, and looked back.
“I actually remember seeing Mr. Smith and the librarian chick walking together,” said Dean.
“Wait. Describe your teacher. As in how he looks.”
“Well, you already know he has a British accent. He always wears this long brown trench coat, his hair is always at an arch in the front, skinny, six feet-”
“Dean. I’ve seen him with the library girl too.” Dean and Sam met each other’s eyes, having the same thought. They both knew it was crazy, with them not having any evidence what so ever, and being possibly humiliatingly wrong, but it all (sort of) added up to each other. It’s time Dean had a little chat with John Smith.
…
Rose and the Doctor came back to the TARDIS with no new information about the potential monster at hand. The both of them, worn out from this case, decided to lay back in the TARDIS.
“What do you think makes this monster so hard to find?” Rose asked.
“Don’t know. However, no one’s been hurt so far, so I guess that’s a good thing.”
“True. However, we need to hurry before it does.” The both of them talked about the case for a while.
“Anything new with the library?” The Doctor asked. Rose laughed a bit at the Doctor’s dorkiness.
“Nothing new. However, there was this cute little boy that asked me for help last week. Hardly anything more happening though,” Rose replied.
“What was his name?”
“Don’t know. I didn’t ask. He’s a freshman though. I think.”
“Well, looks like I got myself some competition,” The Doctor gave a grin at Rose, which caused her to laugh again.
“Well, there is this meddling kid in my class named Dean Winchester. He seems to not be of interest with the topic of modern day literature,” the Doctor complained, “And, get this, the teachers in the lounge have been talking about this one kid named Sam Winchester. They’re talking about him about writing a paper on how his family fought a witch of some sort.” Rose lifted her head up.
“Wait a minute, did you say Dean?” Rose asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Wears a brown leather jacket, eyes are baggy, dark brown hair, white, um… has a necklace with a gold face?” The Doctor just stood there and nodded, “Doctor, Sam Winchester is his brother.”
“Well, we now know they’re family. However, what do you plan to do with this new information?” the Doctor asked.
“Doctor, the boy that I just talked about? That was Sam. He asked me for help by picking a popular book for him. However, he said that his family fought a vampire once, and that his brother almost got turned,” said Rose.
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, Dean always makes jokes about his family, and how they’re fighting various monsters that include ghosts and the dead.” It stood silent for a second with the fact that they actually got somewhere with the case.
“However, Rose, we can’t come to any wacky conclusions. We can’t start pointing fingers at random people just because they’re fascinated with monsters.”
“I know, but…” Rose said, “This is could be a lead?”
“Not sure. Let’s just put this information behind us, ok?” the Doctor said.
…
The next day, Dean made a mental note to stay after class to talk with Mr. Smith. As usual, his English class was filled with over analyzing words written by dead people. When the merciful bell finally rung, everyone left except for Dean and the Doctor. He came up to him.
“Mr. Smith?” Dean said. The Doctor turned away from the board in shock.
“Ah! Dean! Surprised to see you after class. What seems to be the problem?” Dean was about to speak, but hesitated a bit. He tried to find the best way to word his sentence.
Dean, out of anything you’ve ever done in your hunting life, this has got to be the weirdest, Dean said to himself. You’re interrogating your teacher because he’s smart and his girlfriend is a sucky librarian.
He let out a sigh.
“Um… never mind. I just answered my question,” said Dean.
“Ok then! Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be heading off to lunch,” said the Doctor. Dean nodded, and the Doctor left. Dean was about to do so too, when he saw that his teacher left his coat. It was lying on the chair in front of the teacher’s desk. With curiosity filling his mind, he carefully went towards it. He first checked the front two pockets. Nothing. He then slowly lifted the jacket to reveal two more pockets in it. There was a pen-like-lump in one of them, and Dean opened it.
“Well, either this is the world’s weirdest pen, or he’s just the weirdest Star Wars fan ever. Actually… this pen was never in Star Wars… wow. Sucky fan he is,” Dean said sarcastically. Dean then tried to write with it on his hand. Nothing. It’s not a pen. However, when he pressed against the pen, it produced a wave inducing sound and blue light at the end. With that, Dean heard a harshly loud click from one of the cabinets in the desk. Chips of metal and plastic sparked out of it to the ground, having the cabinet burst open. Dean just stood there in shock and panic.
What the hell is this cheap Toy?
Dean then heard oncoming footsteps. He panicked, and tried to place everything the way he found it. He walked quickly out of the class, and made his way to his next period. With this happening, no way in hell was he going to let this go away. After school, he tried to find his teacher to follow him back home. Dean saw Mr. Smith with the library girl again. With him leaving the school building, he was guessing they were going out of the school premises. A couple of minutes in, he felt a tap on his elbow. He looked behind him, and saw Sammy. Of course.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to wait for dad. Unless if you found something weird about your teacher. Did you?” Sam asked. Dean nodded, and pulled Sam in to walk with him. He looked straight ahead, trying not to let his teacher leave his sight.
“I searched through his jacket, and found this pen-like thing that cracked open one of the locked cabinets in the desk. Either that’s an alien thing, or he’s the strangest Star Wars fan ever. However, Star Wars never had that in the movie, so it must be the alien thing,” said Dean.
“Great deduction Sherlock,” Sam said smiling. Sam decided to follow Dean’s lead, and followed them.