TPONTP CHAPTER 11!

Sam and Dean were on their way to Marge's house. They were half way there when Dean noticed the awkward silence. He glanced over at Sam, who looked like he was in deep thought.
Dean- What is it?
Sam- I don't know...
Dean- What?
Sam- This case isn't making any sense. I mean, why would a spirit just go after Alex's friends? Why not just go after her?
Dean- Maybe it wants her to suffer.
Sam- That's what I don't get. The last victim was beaten, not suffocated.
Dean- Yeah and spirits stick with one method.
Sam- So maybe it's not a spirit, but a person.
Dean- Or it could be a person summoning a spirit.
Sam- Hopefully we'll get answers from Marge.
Dean- Like it's ever that easy.
Dean pulls up to Marge's house and parks the car. They get out of the car and walk up to the front door. Dean knocks on the door, but no one answers.
Sam- Hello? Marge, it's Sam!
They still don't get an answer.
Dean- Hmm. Doesn't look like anybodies home.
Sam- *Sighing* I'll keep watch.
Dean bent down and started picking at the lock. He got it open with ease and entered the house. Sam followed him in and closed the door behind them. They started looking for any anything out of the ordinary. Dean was walking into the living room, which was to their left. He started looking at some of the pictures that were hanging on the wall. He was about to look at some more, but stopped at what appeared to be a family portrait.
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Sam was checking an office that was connected to the living room. There was a desk and a couple of filing cabinets. He was searching for any connection to Alex, then he came upon a stack of papers on the desk. Then he looked up to see Dean coming into the room.
Sam- Find something? *Looking up from his search*
Dean- Yeah. Guess who marge's daughter is. *Holding up the portrait* It's Mitchy! The girl from Gotcha Potcha's.
Sam- Alex's friend? Are you sure it's her?
Dean- *Looking at the picture and smiling* Absolutely. I recognize tha-
Sam- *Clearing his throat*
Dean- Yeah, that's her.
Sam- Well that explains why nobody is home.
Dean- Exactly. That's our connection right there.
Sam- It couldn't be Marge then. Why would she do that to her own daughter? Unless it's Alex.
Dean- What? *Confused and a little upset* No, it can't be. She was out of town when Mitchy was attacked.
Sam- It's still a possibility! *Looking back at the papers* .
Dean- Find anything in that mess? *Leaning over on the desk and looking at the stack of papers*
Sam- *Sighing* No. Just some school papers. Tests and projects.
Dean- In an office?
Sam- Yeah. I think she's a teacher.
Dean- Why would you say that?
Sam- Well all of the papers are the same, and have different grades on them........and names.
Dean- *Snagging one of the test papers* This kid reminds me of you. No wrong answers anywhere.
Sam- And this one reminds me of you. *Holding up another one*
Dean- *Looking at it* There's nothing written on it!
Sam- I know. *Yanking the test out of Dean's hands*
Dean- *Pointing his finger at Sam* Hey! That only happened one time, which wasn't my fault!
Sam- *Putting the papers back in the pile* I forgot, why did you fall asleep?
Dean- I was out hunting with dad the night before. *Laughing* He told the teacher that I was doing charity work all night.
Sam- *Laughing and shaking his head*
Dean- What? I was! It's not like I was paid or anything.
Sam- We should probably get out of here, before some one comes home.
Dean- Maybe one of us should keep an eye on Alex. Just in case. *Walking out of the office with Sam*
Sam- Alright, I'll do it. Why don't you go question Brad, maybe he saw something that he's not telling the cops. You can drop me off at Alex's on the way.
They walked out of the house and closed the door behind them. Then they got into the car and started driving to Alex's house. They were half of the way there when Dean pulled over.
Sam- *Confused* Uh...Dean? Why did you pull over? This isn't Alex's house.
Dean- *Staring out Sam's window* No, but that's her car in the driveway.
Sam turned to see the black Trans Am in the driveway of the house.