Force and Matter 1/?

[blualbino]

Title: Force and Matter (1/?)
Author: Blu (blualbino )
Fandoms: Supernatural/The Covenant
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Not really…
Summary: Chasing a lead takes the brothers to a small, seemingly perfect town in Massachusetts called Ipswich.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine…
A/N: I blame this all on xlorains_stormx , who frequently enables my nonsense.

 Dean Winchester lounged in a rickety motel chair, feet on the table in front of him, throwing peanut M&M’s into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth. He got all but one. Dean would’ve contested that that one was bad luck, but the rest were pure skill. Sam Winchester, on the other hand, sat on his bed, crouched over his laptop, typing furiously. The frown line between his eyes deepened every time Dean lunged for an M&M, making the chair give an alarming creak sound.
   
“Can you stop that?” Sam asked, his patience finally broken.
   
“You find us anything?” Dean replied, not even looking at his younger brother.
   
“Not yet.” Sam said, rolling his eyes.
   
“Then no.” Dean said, giving Sam a candy covered grin. Sam scowled and went back to work. Dean flicked a blue M&M into the air, but misjudged it’s angle, throwing it too far back. He leaned, still hoping to catch the wayward piece of candy. The chair overbalanced and set him tumbling over onto the ground. The M&M hit him on the forehead.
    
“Son of a bitch!” He yelled, and Sam ducked his head behind his computer, trying to hide his laughter. Dean glared at him.
    
“I-uh, I think I found something.” Sam said, his voice half chuckle.
    
“What?” Dean snapped, picking himself off the floor.
    
“A town in Massachusetts called Ipswich. Apparently there was a barn fire last month, and a student went missing.”
    
“And?” Dean asked, dusting himself off. Who knew what nastiness was on a motel room floor.
    
“So this kid, Chase Collins, went missing after the fire at Putnam barn, and the two kids that were rescued, uh, Caleb Danvers and Sarah Wenham, both claimed he was in there, but the firemen didn’t find any remains.”
    
“Okay…” Dean said, sounding doubtful.
    
“The fire was on one of the survivor’s eighteenth birthday.”
    
“Really.” Dean said, definitely getting interested.
    
“Yeah. And I went even farther back, and on Collins’s last birthday, his eighteenth, his parents were in a fatal car crash.” Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “After which he transferred to the Spencer academy, and made some new friends.”
    
“One of which was the survivor.” Dean finished.
    
“Danvers, and apparently they were close.”
    
“So what, two kids that turn eighteen and one of their friends dies?” Sam nodded.
    
“Looks like. It would be a closed case, except Danvers’ other friends are all seventeen. Until next week, anyway.” Dean nodded.
    
“Massachusetts it is.”
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After six hours coasting back roads, the Winchesters drove into Ipswich.
    
“Damn town looks like a movie set.” Dean said, staring disapprovingly at the town hall. Normally Sam would disagree with him, or at least frown disapprovingly, but he had to admit Dean was right. The large, but still tasteful, town hall was placed in the center of the town, next to a large park filled with trees. Scattered over benches were people, mostly young, reading or talking, all just good looking enough to be extras. Few cars drove around it, all expensive and new.
    
“It is pretty perfect.” Sam said, awed. Dean scowled.
    
“We better get to kill somethin’ while we’re here.” He said, grumpy. Sam did roll his eyes this time, and they drove around, looking for a hotel seedy enough for their price range.
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“Why would Feds care about Putnam barn?” Asked the girl they were questioning, a schoolmate of Chase Collins. Sam and Dean exchanged a well practiced look, then turned back to her.
    
“That’s classified, Miss.” Dean said briskly. The girl glared at him.
    
“We understand that someone went missing around the time of the fire.” Sam said, butting in before Dean could piss her off into a state of complete unhelpfulness.
    
“Yeah, Chase, he died.” She said, smacking her gum.
    
“Supposedly.” Dean interjected.
    
“Listen, you-” The girl cut off, probably unwilling to cuss out a federal agent. “Chase died, do you know how I know?” She didn’t wait for him to continue. “Caleb and Sarah say he did, and they wouldn’t lie about that. He was their friend. My friend too!” At that, she turned around with a huff and walked off.
    
“That was helpful.” Dean muttered, pulling at the collar of his shirt.
    
“She probably would’ve said more if you hadn’t antagonized her.” Sam hissed.
    
“Right, ‘cause she was just an untapped goldmine of information.”
    
“She could’ve been, but we don’t know that now, do we?!” Infuriatingly, Dean grinned at him.
    
“I have a feeling this might be.” He said, glancing pointedly across the street. Sam followed his gaze. It was a bar, grungy for this town, but pretty average anywhere else. “Nicky’s“, a sign over the entrance read.
    
“Dean…” Sam sighed, but his brother was already halfway there, loosening his tie as he walked. Shaking his head, Sam followed.
    
The inside of Nicky’s was well lit and smelled like cheeseburgers, a welcome change from the dark, sweaty biker bars Sam normally got dragged to. It was roomier too, with pool and foosball tables.     

“Hey, get me a burger.” Dean told Sam, and walked off. Sam was about to ask why he couldn’t get his own damn burger, when Dean stopped in front of a table full of pretty girls, still wearing their school uniforms.
    
Sam made a pissy exhaling noise through his nose, trudging up to the counter. He ordered and walked their food back over to Dean, who had managed to insert himself right into the middle of the group of girls.
    
“Ah!” Dean said, grinning up at Sam from his seat. “Ladies, this is my partner, Sam. Sam, this is Kara, Ali, and,” he put an arm around the girl nearest to him, “Ashley.”
    
Sam put the burgers in front of him and sat down. “Hello.” He said, glaring at Dean. The girls seemed to shrink back from him, not surprising due to his obvious pissed-off state. Dean huffed at Sam ruining his mood, then started to eat. After five minutes or so of extremely awkward, Sam-induced silence, one of the girls spoke up.
    
“I have to go to the bathroom.” She said, leaving so fast Sam barely had an afterimage of her.
    
“We should go with her.” One of the others said, and then they were all gone.
    
“Dude.” Dean said, glaring at him, “you scared the girls away!”
    
“We’re here on business, Dean.” Sam said, glaring back. They finished their food in moderate silence, punctuated by Dean’s pissy mutterings. Having finished first, Dean went back up to the bar for the first round.
    
“Who the hell are you?” Dean was accosted by some guy standing at the counter, he was blonde, with tattoos and fingerless gloves.
    
“Who the hell wants to know?” Dean retorted, letting the kid know right away who was in charge.
    
“You look like a cop,” Blondie said, tapping his chin with one hand, “but you’re not.”
    
“I’m not?” Dean asked him, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t, but he wanted to know what gave him away.
    
“Cops don’t drag their boyfriends around with them while they’re on duty.” Blondie said, smirking at him, tilting his chin in Sam’s direction. Dean’s jaw clenched. I can’t hit a civilian. I can’t hit a civilian…
    
“Reid.” The guy behind the counter said warningly. Blondie--Reid--smirked once more in Dean’s direction and walked off towards the pool tables. “Sorry about him, he’s just messing with you.” The bartender said.
“Tell ya what, first round’s free, I’ll put it on his tab.” Dean grinned and thanked him, walking away with free beer.
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“Hey baby boy,” Reid said, smirking at the two supposed Feds from across the room. “Ever see a drunk cop?”
    
“Reid…” said one of the other boys standing around him, a frown on his face.
    
“Go for it.” said the smallest boy, grinning up at him. Needing no further prompting, Reid’s smirk widened as he stared at the short Fed’s beer. His eyes flashed red, then black.

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