A high school shooting is leaving one Winchester brother to try to save the other. But will he get there in time?
- Dean is 16, Sam is 12.
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/Elisa.
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Dean didn't know how things could go so awfully wrong in such a short time. It hadn't been more than four hours since he'd parted ways with his little brother, watched as the brown curls flopped up and down as Sam eagerly disappeared into his classroom with a "Bye Dean! See ya later!"
And Dean had turned around and walked to his own classroom with the thoughts of Wendy Miller's cute little butt in his head and a smirk on his lips. He was planning on asking her out one of these days to hopefully get to know that cute little butt just a little bit better.
And now four hours later, Dean was watching in horror as police started circling in on the evacuated school where a student had gone mad and started shooting people.
"Dammit.." Dean cursed and nervously bit his fingernails while pacing back and forth, not tearing his eyes away from the school's dark windows.
He didn't care about the people in there - quite frankly didn't give a damn about who got shot or not right now as long as it wasn't the person he was currently worrying himself sick about. Sam was still in there and Dean was on the edge of pulling his hair out in sheer frustration!
When the shootings had first started everyone panicked and had tried to make it to the exits. But not Dean - he'd kept his cool. Well, mostly that is. He hadn't been freaked out by the shootings but by the thought that Sam could get hurt. Dean had tried to make his way to the sixth graders' classroom but he'd been stopped by a teacher that had started to pull him towards the exit doors.
"Let me go!" Dean had shouted. "I need to get to my brother!"
"It's too dangerous kid!" The teacher had said, and that was when Dean had seen it.
Only a few feet away, in the doorway to a classroom, was Wendy Miller – lying in a pool of her own blood with a gunshot hole in her temple. Her eyes had still been open but there had been no sign of life in them.
Dean had been momentarily caught off guard which was why the teacher had succeeded in dragging Dean with him out of the exit doors, out of the school and away from Sam. And Dean had tried to get back inside – Oh God how he'd tried – but there had already been a large crowd out there and no matter how hard he'd tried, Dean had been pushed further away from the school. Further away from Sammy.
Dean kept pacing back and forth while the concern about the fate of his baby brother was beginning to eat away on his insides. It was his job to protect Sam and Dean felt like he'd failed big time. If something had happened to Sammy.. God.. Dean shook his head without being able to finish that thought.
There was so much commotion going on outside. Cops were everywhere, ambulances, reporters, worried parents, crying students and teachers.. He could even hear a freaking helicopter flying around somewhere above him! Dean had tried to call their dad but the phone had gone straight to voicemail and now he'd given up. He'd left a message but Dean knew that their dad was off on a hunt and you could never predict when he would be able to listen to his voicemails.
Dean startled when more shots were fired from inside the school, leaving people screaming and crying even more.
"That's it!" Dean told himself. "There has to be another way in.. I have to get to Sammy..!"
He tore his eyes away from the building and started letting his eyes wander across the surroundings. There were various entrances to the school but the police had covered them all so there was no way Dean would be able to get in through any of those places.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to him and Dean silently cursed himself for not thinking about it sooner! Earlier this week Dean had gotten himself into trouble and had been rewarded with detention for it. There had been a staff meeting that day however, so Dean had been left in care of the school's janitor who had made him help him with all kinds of boring stuff. One of those things had been carrying clean towels from the laundry room in school to the Gym building that was a little further away. Fortunately, the janitor had come to like Dean during the day and had let him in on a little secret.
"There's a shortcut to the Gym building through the basement.. I always use it to get the work done faster. Don't tell anyone.." The janitor had told him with a wink, and that shortcut was exactly what Dean was heading to right now!
Since everyone was so focused on the main building, no one saw the oldest Winchester brother sneak into the Gym building and continue down to the basement. Dean mentally thanked the janitor for not having locked the doors while he hurried down the long corridor leading towards the school building.
"Sammy, you better be okay.." Dean said and felt his stomach twist by the thought of his twelve year old kid brother alone with a maniac shooter.
Even though Sam was John Winchester's son and therefore knew a thing or two about how to be tough, Dean feared that Sam might be terrified. And didn't that thought just made the knot in his stomach even larger?
Dean bit his lower lip and sped up his steps.
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TBC…
First chapter – what did you guys think? :)