I Believe the Children Are Our Future -- Jessie

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The next morning, we arrive at the hospital after hearing word of a man having all his teeth plucked out in the middle of the night. "Well, I uh, appreciate that, Nurse, Fremont," I hear Dean hum.

"Please-- call me Jen." The nurse hums flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, Jen it is," Dean beams. I clear my throat and raise my brows as he immediately flashes his gaze onto me. A cheeky grin envelopes his face as he pulls out a sticky note and slashes a line onto it. I roll my eyes before smirking. "What's up with toothless?" Dean asks. "Cavity creeps get a hold of him?"

"Yeah, close. He wrote up a description-- 5' 10", three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy." Sam explains.

"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers." Dean comments.

"Maybe," Sam shrugs. "Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm."

"Come on, the tooth fairy?" Dean echoes.

"And it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow--" Sam added. "One for each tooth."

"Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some," I mention. "There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers-- say they got it from mixing pop rocks and coke. Another guy... his face froze that way."

"What way?" Sam asks.

I glance at Dean and he's just grinning from ear to ear. Glancing around nervously, I hook my fingers into the corners of my mouth and pull them out, my eyes crossing. I quickly release it and grunt as my face flushes. "He held it too long, and it-- it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon."

I pinch at my mouth and grimace. "So, I mean, if you add all that up..." Sam trails off. We glance at him hopefully but he just grunts. "I got nothing."

"I thought sea-monkeys were real," Dean mentions as we trail down the hallway.

"They are," I retort. "They're brine shrimp."

"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads." Dean corrects himself. "You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea monkey husband, and the sea monkey kids play with the dog in a sea monkey castle-- real." Dean explains. "I mean, I was six, but I believed it. Okay, point it... maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the pop rocks and coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you-- they're all lies that kids believe."

"And now they're coming true," I hum. "Okay, so whatever's doing this is-- is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god-- or--" I trail off. "Or a trickster."

"Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old." Dean comments.

"Or you," Sam states.

I snort and turn on my heel. "Dammit, that guy is seriously pissing me off now."


~*****~


"I don't understand how you can eat that." I mention as Dean horfs down another ham sandwich from the toy buzzer cooked ham.

"It's still good," Dean retorted.

I roll my eyes at him. "That buzzer fried some dude. And I'm pretty sure you didn't clean it." Dean glances at the ham sandwich then at me before shrugging. "It puts a whole new perspective on Long Pig." I mention irritably.

Dean just smiles. "Technically, I eat you--"

"That's enough," I laugh. "Enjoy your buzzer cooked ham."

Thankfully, Sam entered the room again. "Dude, seriously? Still with the ham?" Sam asked.

"We don't have a fridge," Dean stated in offence.

Sam glanced at me and I just shook my head with an amused smirk on my face. "Well, I found something," Sam stated as he cleared his throat. "Here." Sam spreads out the map he'd been holding. "Um, tooth fairy attack was here, pop rocks and coke was here," Sam points out each location on the map. "Then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer-- All located within a two mile radius."

"So, we got a blast zone of weird," I comment. "And inside, fantasy becomes reality."

"Looks like," Sam nods.

"And what's the A-Bomb at its center?" Dean asks.

"Four acres of farmland... and a house." Sam states.

"Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" Dean asks.

"Yeah," Sam nods.

"Why?" I ask.

Dean holds up his hand and Sam and I recoil. His entire palm was covered in a fine coat of brown hair. "Dude," Sam and I grunt. "That's not what I think it is, is it?" Sam asks.

"Is that why you spent forty minutes in the bathroom?" I complain.

Dean shrugged. "I got bored and you were busy with research." Dean commented. "And you get scary when I interrupt you during research."

I rub at my brow. "You do know that you can go blind from that, too."

Dean just smiles innocently. "Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house."

"The pants stay on, Dean," I mention irritably. "And do not use my razor!"

"Or mine!" Sam adds quickly. When Dean doesn't answer, we call out to him in a more urgent tone.


~*****~


The house in the middle of the blast radius seemed as normal as it could get. We approached the house slowly and for some reason, the area was giving off a strange feeling. I couldn't place my finger on it. Sam bent down to pick the lock of the door, but it swung open with a young boy on the other side, staring at us in confusion. "Can I help you?" The boy asked.

"Hi, uh, what's your name?" Sam asked.

"Who wants to know?" The boy retorted.

"The uh," Dean trailed off as he dug in his coat for his badges. "FBI."

The boy reached forward. "Let me see that," He hummed. "So, what, you guys don't knock?"

"Are your parents home?" I butt in.

"They work," The boy retorted in an obvious tone.

"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Sam asked. "Maybe take a look around the house?"

"I don't know." The boy sighed.

"Come on, you can trust us," Dean hums. "We're the authorities!"

The boy relents and allows us entry into his home. He strides into the kitchen to turn off the stove from making himself what looks like a can of Campbell's. "What's that?" Sam asked.

"It's called soup," The boy retorts. "You heat it up, and you eat it."

"Right, I-I know, it's just, um... I used to make my own dinner, too, when I was a kid," Sam responds. I smirk to myself and start peering around. I find a picture that looks strange on the fridge.

"Well, I'm not a kid," The boy retorts.

"Right. No, I- I know." Sam hums. "Um... I'm Robert, by the way."

The boy shakes his extended hand. "Jesse." He retorts.

"Jesse, nice to meet you," Sam says.

"Hey, Jesse? Did you draw this?" I ask as I hold up a picture I got from the fridge.

"It's the tooth fairy," Jesse responds.

"That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?" I ask.

"Yeah, my dad told me about him." Jesse explains. I hum in response. "What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?"

I chuckle. "Nah, my dad told me different stories."

"Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story," Jesse responded.

I just smile and lay the picture on the table top. "What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?" Dean asks.

"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out!" Jesse exclaims.

"Pop rocks and coke?" Dean continues.

"You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital." Jesse responds. "Everyone knows that." Dean produces the small joy buzzer with a brow raised. "You shouldn't have that."

"Why not?" Dean asks.

"It can electrocute you," Jesse shrugs.

Dean glances at the buzzer and sighs. "Actually, it can't. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries."

"So it can't shock you?" Jesse asked.

"Nope. Not at all. I swear." Dean reassures the kid.

"Oh. Okay," Jesse hums.

"I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kinda lame. See?" Dean presses the buzzer into Sam's shoulder, which he flinches at but it would seem that Jesse already thinks it's a dud. All it does is make a funny noise. Jesse chuckles. "What did you say your name was, again?" Dean asks.

"Jesse," He responds with a small smile.

I hum. "Thank you for your time, Jesse. Enjoy your soup." I mention softly. I nod my head to Sam and Dean before heading out of the house.

Sam is immediately on edge. "Dude. What the hell?" Sam snaps.

"I had a hunch and I went with it." Dean shrugs.

"You risked my ass on a hunch?!" Sam asks angrily.

"You're fine," Dean complains. "Besides, now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare."

"The kid." Sam sighs.

"Yeah, everything Jesse believes comes true," Dean states. "He thinks the Tooth Fairy looks like Belushi, Joy Buzzers really shock people. Boom, that's what happens."

"Yeah, but convince him the joy buzzers don't actually work, and they go from killing machines back into crap toys." Sam hums.

"He probably doesn't even know he's doing it," I mention. I raise my hand in a small wave as Jesse peers out from what I assume is his bedroom window. "The question we need to figure out, is just how the hell a young boy is creating all these little white lies."


~*****~


Back at the motel room, I stay glued to my computer so I could dig up anything on the boy. My gaze snapped up as the door to the room opened. "So, dug up what I could on Jesse Turner," Sam mentions as he shuts the door behind him. "It's not much. B student, won last years Pinewood Derby. But get this; Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed."

"So you unsealed the, and..." I trail off.

"There's no father listed," Sam explains. "But Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek on the other side of the state."

I rub at my face. "Well, let's head out there." I mention lightly. Julia's house looks old and decrepit, like somewhere someone would go to hide. I press on the doorbell, and I immediately get an answer.

"Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested," A woman calls out.

"We're not salesmen," I retort. "Agents Page, Plant, and Rook. FBI." We hold up our badges at the little peephole.

"Put your badge in the slot," The woman urged. "Your partners, too." I glance at the others before we all shove our badges through the mail slot. The door's locks start unlatching before what I assume is Julia Wright opens the door and holds out our badges again. "What do you want?" Julia asks cautiously.

"Thank you," I say softly as I take the badges back. "We just had a few questions... about your son."

"I don't have a son," Julia retorts quickly.

"He was born March 29th, 1998. In Omaha. You put him up for adoption?" I ask.

Julia hesitates. "What about him?" She asks meekly.

"We were just wondering-- um, was it a... was it a normal pregnancy?" Sam asks.

"Was there anything strange?" Dean asks.

Julia tries slamming the door with a shriek. "Stay away from me!"

"Mrs. Wright, wait!" Dean calls out as we rush into the house.

We chase her into the kitchen, where she throws salt at us. She stares in bewilderment. "You're not demons?" She asks breathlessly.

"How do you know about demons?" I ask cautiously.

Julia leads us to her sitting room so she could explain. "I was possessed," Julia mentions softly. "A demon took control of my body, and I hurt people. I killed people."

"That-- that wasn't you," Sam says softly.

"But I was there. I heard a woman beg for mercy. I... felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands." Julia explains sullenly.

"That's how you know about the salt," Dean hums.

She nodded. "Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months."

"How many months?" I ask.

"Nine," Julia states.

I glance at Sam and sigh. "So, your son..."

"Yeah, the whole time," Julia hums. "The pregnancy, birth-- all of it. I was possessed. The night the baby was born, I was alone. And the pain was-- the pain was overwhelming. I-- I screamed, and it came out a laugh... Because the demon was happy. It used my body to give birth to a child. When it was over, something changed. Maybe the-- the demon was tired or if the pain helped me fight it, but... somehow, I took control. And the demon wailed inside me. It pounded against my skull. I thought my head was gonna explode. But... I knew. I knew what I had to do. And when I was alone with the baby... A part of me... part of me wanted to kill it. But God help me, I couldn't do that. So... I put it up for adoption... and I ran."

"Who was the father?" Dean asks.

Julia shook her head. "I was a virgin. Have you seen my son? Is he human?"

"His name's Jesse. He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid." I mention softly.

Julia nods shakily and blows out a soft breath of relief. We thank her for her time before leaving the house. "So, now what?" Sam asks.

"We need help," I retort lightly.

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