Disclaimer: I own nothing, and any mistakes seen here are mine and mine alone.

A/N: This story came from nowhere, but I just had to write it and see what it would have been like if the boys had been involved in a 'normal' school hostage situation.


Out of Our Control

Chapter 1

A new town, a new school. Sam and Dean Winchester carefully climb out of their dad's Impala into their brand new middle school, Rayson Middle School. It was only about two weeks into the new year; pretty good considering they were four months late the last time.

11-year-old Sam gave John a hug before walking to join Dean who, being 15, only waved his good-bye. Side by side they walked into their new 300-person school. They parted ways to go to their respective classes. It wasn't until the end of the day when they met back up in the parking lot.

As usual Sam would not shut up as he talked about his new classes, the subjects, and the teachers, some he hated and some he liked. Dean sat in the Impala, listening quietly to his brother who was going on and on about English and how he had learned how to spell 'aluminum' the first day in class. Sam finally took a breath as they drew closer to their newest house.

Dean used that silence to add his two bits, not like he actually cared. "Hey dad. Looks like we missed the Code Red."

John turned down the music a little. "What's that?" he asked as he thought about all the codes they had used in the Marines.

Dean shrugged. "It's a drill they practice just in case a terrorist attack or something like that happens."

John nodded to his 15-year-old. "You already know what to do. You guys still have your extra knives on you?"

"Yes, dad," they both replied in unison.

Nodding his approval, John pulled his black Impala up to the front of their little white house. The lawn was dying as fall set in; the trees had lost their leaves. The roof of the little house was brown with missing black shingles. The house had white paint with blue trim around the windows, and a worn out fence around their half-acre lot. All in all it was better than there last house, which had actually had holes in the walls that the boys had to fix so they could last through the winter. This house was actually quite warm.

They all trampled into the tiny house, each shaking off the autumn cold that chilled to the bone as it nipped at their faces. John set his boys to do their preparation for their new school, filling out necessary paperwork, and telling them to bring them to him when they were done, so he could check it. They had registered only the week before, but they had to complete the registration by filling out papers on their addresses, phone numbers, and other important information.

They each lay on the floor, pens in hand, filling out their own papers. Sam had been frowning the whole time before he finally spoke up. "Dean?"

Dean shook a little as he was brought out of his concentration. "Yea," he replied irritably.

"What would happen if a bad guy did come into the school?"

Dean looked at his brother. "We know what to do, Sam. Besides, it doesn't happen very often. Never at a school we've been to. Don't worry about it."

The answer satisfied the youngest Winchester... for only a short while. "But what if it did happen?"

Dean sat up and folded a finished piece of paper, and then he got to work on a biography he had been asked to complete for English. "It won't happen."

Looking at Dean, Sam could tell that he was not going to get anything else out of his brother. Later that night they each gave John their papers, at which point he signed them, and made sure to remind them to hand them in tomorrow.

The next day they handed their papers into the office, and the beginning of that day was quite normal. Sam and Dean met up in the cafeteria, each buying a few slices of pizza and some juice before sitting at a table in the corner of the small cafeteria. They talked very little. Then before Dean knew what had happened, an apparent football player walked by and tripped right beside Dean and Sam's table, dropping his tin tray and spilling his food. He immediately got up as people stared at the source of the clatter.

No one was laughing and Dean saw why. This young man was completely unstable with an evil glare on his face. Sam backed up in his seat a small bit.

But the young jock had other plans as he abruptly straightened and got in Sam's face. "You little bastard, you tripped me!"

Sam held up his small hands in surrender as he croaked, "No, I didn't, I swear."

The football player, not liking anyone embarrassing him in front of the entire school, advanced forward fast and grabbed onto Sam's collar, lifting him into the air a few inches. He was clearly bigger and older than Sam was, and the young hunter knew he would lose if they fought, even with his training.

But Dean was snapped out of his trance and quickly grabbed onto the jock's wrist, making sure to press as hard as he was able, and he emphasized every word that came out of his mouth. "Let go of my brother now, or tripping will be the least of your worries." He had stood up and was only taller than the guy by about an inch, so he knew even he didn't have the greatest advantage.

But the threat was enough to take the man's sights off of Sam and onto himself. He dropped Sam back into his seat and turned to face Dean. His fists were clenching and unclenching, his knuckles turning whiter and whiter. He raised his fist to his side and Dean went into a defensive stand, ready to dodge in a moment's notice.

Then from beside either boy came a small cough. They each turned their heads to face this fourth person. It was an older female teacher with graying hair and glasses who stood beside them with her arms crossed. She once again cleared her throat before saying, "Josh, what's going on?"

The young jock, Josh, didn't say anything before he swept his glance from Dean, to Sam, to Dean, to the teacher, and back to Dean. Dean could see the anger flowing from him, obviously not used to someone standing up against him, especially not the new kid. He didn't even say anything as he stormed from the cafeteria.

Sam sat trembling after he had left and Dean walked over to his brother to calm him down. But his tremors quickly subsided. The teacher got everyone's attention off of the boys before confronting them.

Dean turned quickly to explain to her what had happened.

The teacher only raised her left hand in silence. "I'm sure you guys didn't do anything. Josh is a very uptight young man. He gets angry at the most simple of things. Just try not to gain his attention again." And with that she turned and walked away.

Dean sat down beside Sam. Neither boy felt much like eating. The rest of the lunch Dean could feel the occasional pair of eyes on them. They had obviously not only gained the attention of Josh, but the whole school as well.

But soon lunch was over and the rest of the day was uneventful. Both boys kept their head down, and they kept their eyes open for the football player. But soon they were on their way back home on the bus.

Reaching home, Sam didn't say a word to John as he walked right by and went to his room. Stopping in the kitchen, Dean answered his father's concerned look. He sat down beside John and proceeded to tell the story from earlier that day, only leaving out a few minor details. By the end John was trembling with anger. Calming his father down, Dean promised him that if something happened again he would tell him, but for now just not to worry.

Dean entered the bedroom later that night to find Sam fast asleep on his bed. He covered Sam up so he was warm, and went to bed himself. He also quickly fell asleep.

The next day was same old same old. Sam kept a wider eye out for Josh, but he did not see him all day. Once again Sam and Dean meet in the cafeteria and sat at a bench closer to the door. Sam and Dean chattered quietly to each other about what they were going to do while John was away on a hunt. Dean then finished his plate of food and got up to get another.

But while he was standing in line for another plate of food at the far end of the room, the one person Sam was least eager to see walked in. Josh came in, and before anyone could protest he had locked the doors, trapping everyone inside, and pulled out a small .45 gun.

More To Come...


A/N: Ok, so a little cliffie. I admit, this isn't my favourite story, but I was bored, and I would still appreciate a review on how I did. New chapter will be up tomorrow probably. Thanks to all who read it!