13 year old Sam stared intently at the board, the only one in the class actually paying attention and taking notes.
"Now, class, you have an assignment due today." Mr Worthington said, smiling at the groans that echoed around the classroom. Sam grinned and took out his paper and set it down on the desk. Mr Worthington collected everyone's papers then sat down. Suddenly a harsh beep cut through the noisy chatters.
"Whatever's cell that is, can you please turn it off!" Mr Worthington sighed. Sam flushed a bright pink and grabbed his bag. Finally he found his cell, buried at the bottom of school books and cut up newspapers for a possible case. He had a call, but from an unknown number. Sam frowned and was about to take a look at his contacts but upon seeing the stares of his classmates, he quickly switched it off.
At lunchtime, Sam sat alone on a table. He spotted Dean on a table filled with chattering boys from the soccer team and a bunch of cheerleaders. Sam sighed and wished he was as confident and smooth as Dean was. Dean looked up from his table and caught Sam's eye. Dean smirked then said something to the people on his table. Then he got up and slid next to Sam.
"What's up Sammy?" Dean said cockily. Sam smiled and looked at his food.
"Nothing. Why are you here?"
"Because I wanted to bask in your popularity on this table," Dean rolled his eyes "Where's everyone else?"
Sam pushed his food around his plate wearily.
"Doesn't matter, I'm done anyway." Sam said, and gave Dean a small smile then got up and walked away.
"Don't mind me!" Dean yelled after him, the. Sighed in exasperation. Sam was definently hitting puberty because he was getting moodier by the second.
Once alone in the classroom, Sam sat at his desk and called the unknown number. The phone rang a few times then went straight to voicemail. Sam let out a huff and took out the book Dean had got him for his birthday just a week ago. A few minutes later Sam hear a loud ping noise. Sam sighed in annoyance and grabbed his cell once again. He had two text messages from an unknown number. Sam rolled his eyes then opened the message.
I'm watching you
Sam's heart flipped. He scrolled down to the next message.
I know where you are...
Sam started to sweat and his eyes searched for any possible danger.
I'm going to kill you. You deserve this.
Sam swallowed and tried to stay calm. He burst out of the classroom, his backpack bumping on his back in a rhythmic tune. Sam tried to mingle in with the other students and searched for anyone on their phones.
I know your name Sam Winchester.
Sam shivered and turned around, half expecting a supernatural creature to be looming in the background. His cool knife pressed against his skin in his pocket, reminding him that he wasn't alone in this. The bell rang out loud and clear signifying the end of lessons.
He had to find Dean. He was walking by himself today and now he wasn't so sure he wanted to. As Sam tried to make his way to where Dean Was, a teacher ushered him inside. Sam sighed in frustration.
"Now class, take out your history books and turn to page 119." Sam glanced at the clock. He had to tell Dean. Dean was going out tonight with Beck and Linda or something and Sam had to say something. Sam didn't want to spend the night alone.
Ring... Ring... Ring... Sam rested his head on the cool brick wall. The school was deserted. Dean had already left with strict instructions to not tell dad and keep the salt lines intact.
"Dean, it's me. Give me a call when you get this." Sam said, his voice croaky. His phone vibrated and Sam anxiously opened up another two texts.
don't run or tell anyone. It's no use.
Sam fist curled into balls.
I can see you.
Then Sam ran. He ran all the way back to the motel, his breath coming in short pants. When back at the motel, he bolted the doors and relayed the salt lines. He phoned Dean twice then gave up, throwing the phone onto the floor. Sam sat in agonising silence waiting for Dean to come back. He had no idea he was being watched...
TBC... Let me know what you think!