In honor of the back to school season, i give you my latest AU, this one is like a mix between a college AU and a high school AU, i hope you all enjoy it. Now time for the warnings, this story may/will contain violence, talk/thoughts of suicide, talk of experienced abuse, torture, and death. Don't be discouraged, if you feel uncomfortable with any of the listed topics above, i suggest you don't read it. now with out further ado, i give you the first chapter of spellbinders.
Dean Winchester had his eyes closed, in a near pitch black room, the sent of rotting flesh and blood filling his nostrils. The beast that surrounded him were advancing cautiously. "Die...die die..." They were chanting. Dean took a deep breath counting the steps of the creatures. 'One...two...three...' The large regulation blade he held in his hand felt heavy. The creatures chants were becoming more frantic and crazed. 'Seven...eight...' He was beginning to feel the vibrations of their of the beast flew forward screeching "Diediediediedie!" Before it even came close to even touch Dean, he instinctively moved his blade to slash the screaming beast in half.
He opened his eyes as the remaining five beast shot forward, he slashed each one in turn, dodging and ducking their awkwardly large claws. Out of the thirteen beast he originally fought, only three remained. They starred at him, watching him closely. He stepped forward. One of the three ran for him, claws splayed above it's head. Dean watched as the poor beast attacked in fear. He stabbed it in the head, cutting it's skull clean open. The final two beast sat petrified. Dean moved closer, the creatures huddled together before Dean moved the blade through the air, chopping their heads clean off.
The lights of the room flickered on revealing the carnage Dean had created from killing the pack thirteen goblins.
A slow clap began to echo loudly in the chamber. He turned to see the Headmaster at Spellbinder Academy for Magic. "Wow, I really have been underestimating hunter class guardians, huh?" Headmaster Kripke said, stepping over the mutilated body of the largest goblin. "Sir!" Dean said, standing at attention. "At ease boy." The Headmaster said, his assistant Fate seemingly appeared from nowhere, her notebook open. "Dean Winchester, age: nineteen, magical classification: Guardian, class: Hunter." She said, writing something else down before closing her book. "Final grade: B-." She finished. Dean's face went red in anger, "A B-? A fucking B-? This is A+ material and you know it!" He shouted. "You clearly have no idea how generous we're being, thanks to your little brothers talents, your...disability, and your history, we are doing you a service. Never take that tone with either of us again." Headmaster Kripke growled. Dean felt the thrum of power from the man's voice. "Yeah...I apologize sir, now that I look at this mess, I realize how sloppy I was." Dean said his gaze falling to the floor. "Not to mention the amount time you wasted stylizing your movements." Fate said. Dean was about to growl at her before simply nodding. "It's a passing grade Winchester, count your blessings we were being merciful to you." The Headmaster said as he and Fate turned to leave. "You may go to the central plaza, I believe your brother is waiting for you." Kripke said, the door shutting behind him. Dean really didn't like that man.
Sam sat in the central plaza of The Spellbinder Academy of Magic testing area, waiting for Dean's test to finish. He had passed his magic user test with flying colors, so it was only natural to be impatient and wonder why his older brother was taking to long. Sam sat still for another ten minutes before creating a small flame in the palm of his hand. He began to manipulate it into different shapes. It wasn't long before he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned to see a guy with electric blue eyes and dark brown hair, starring at the flame in Sam's hands. It wasn't uncommon for people to stare at him when he used his powers. It was strange for a fifteen year old to have his level of control at using magic. The man walked towards him, almost hesitantly. "Um...excuse me." The man said, he seemed to be as old as his older brother. "Yes?" Sam asked, extinguishing the flame in his hands. "I...um...you're a magic user to, right?" The man asked, clearly nervous. "Yeah." Sam said, "Well, I...um...I'm having a little trouble with the spell I created for the test...and um...I know it's odd...but...will you tell me if it's any good?" The man asked shyly. "Um...I guess I have some time to kill, so, sure." Sam said with a smile. The man stepped back and began whispering words, his hands flourishing slowly. Small crystals in various colors and shapes forming around him. Sam's eyes lit up. "That's awesome!" Sam exclaimed. The man jumped at Sam's words, the crystals around the man shattered and disappeared. "Really?" The man asked. Sam nodded once but then said "It's good, but Your technique is a little flawed. And the test is about practicality not style." The man's face lit up in surprise, "You've taken the test?" He asked, Sam nodded.
"Yo, Sam!" Dean shouted across the plaza. His little brother was talking to a man about his age with a shining blue light surrounding him. Dean could see auras and guessed as much about the guy as he could before he checked out the guy's ass, 'Damn, that's nice.' He thought shaking his head and walking over to his brother.
Now, Dean wasn't picky about sleeping with somebody, but he had to keep in mind that his little brother was there and that he had to focus on doing better so as to maintain his scholarship for the academy. "Hey Dean." Sam said. The man he was talking to, turned to Dean, his eyes nearly popped out of his head and his face turned a shade of scarlet. "Um...um...um, th-thank you for your help." The man stuttered before rushing off to the other side of the plaza toward the magic user testing chamber. "Who's that guy?" Dean asked, fist clenching at his side as he watched that perky ass rush away. "Oh, just some guy here for his test. He had this really awesome spell that made crystals from nowhere, it was awesome!" He brother said getting excited. "That's cool. Now let's head home, I've had enough of this place for one day." Sam only laughed and followed playing with a ball of fire he conjured.
Sam had always loved magic. That wasn't always the case for some magic users. Some were disowned at young ages in families that had no magical lineage, the richer ones were sent off to boarding schools never to see they're parents again, a few, like Sam, were so powerful, the government themselves tried to make them into weapons or experiment on family members to see if magical power lied dormant.
Dean's eyes glazed over, trying to recount what had happened to him and his brother.
Dean was only fourteen at the time. He was walking down the stairs of the house he shared with his parents and Sammy. They all sat at the table for breakfast as usual. Chatting quietly while eating, when Ten year old Sam smiled at his family and said "Look what I can do." A small flame appeared on the tip of his finger. Everyone stopped eating and starred at him in shock.
That's when his parents started fighting. Sammy always blamed himself for it, but in truth, it was because of their father. John Winchester worked as a military scientist. Him and they're mother fought about how to hide the fact Sam was a magic user. It wasn't long before They stopped talking to each other entirely. Not once did anyone ever find out about Sam's abilities.
Dean's mind skipped forward to the day he found out about his own magical abilities. He was able to see the outer edge of people's souls, their auras. He only told his mother, and she seemed surprised but not upset. A few days later, government soldiers appeared at their front door after their father went to work that day. They're mother was gunned down on the spot. Dean and Sam had hid in under the bed in the guest room. When a man had spotted them, the elder Winchester's survival instincts kicked in to overdrive. That's about where he blacked out. All he remembered from the remainder of that day was his little brother's tears as they watched they're childhood home burn and then being handcuffed as he and his brother were dragged away.
Dean awoke from his thoughts when he heard Sam say something when they made it to the impala. "What was that Sammy?" Dean asked, "It's Sam jerk, and I was asking what grade you got." Dean nodded, "I got a B-." He said starting the car, Metallica blaring from the speakers as the left the academy grounds. "Really? They only gave you a B-?" Sam asked, dumbfounded. "Yeah, but after the adrenaline wore off, I realized I should've gotten a lower grade." Dean said, frustrated that it was true. "At least you passed, now we get to go to the school together, I mean it could be worse." Dean smiled at his little brother, "You're right Sammy." Sam pouted at the nickname. Despite everything they've been through, he always loved to annoy his little brother. He missed moments like these. They drove home. Both Dean and Sam excited, for once, to be attending school. It made them feel almost normal.
So there it is, i hope none of you readers felt discouraged by that, because it will most likely get worse at certain points, better at most, i don't want to be to evil with the characters. I apologize in advance for future chapters, please favorite, follow, and review. thank you for reading.