Good-day and Happy Holidays to everyone !

I do not own the boys; just playin' :D

Warning: language and violence (don't really know yet…)

And I wanted to say English isn't my mother tongue, so I apologize beforehand for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

ON DETENTION

When the Winchesters found out that monsters weren't the only ones to be worried about. And that mere humans could be nuts sometimes. And that trouble could happen where it shouldn't: in mere schools.

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"I'll say it again – Demons I get. People are crazy." Dean (The Benders)

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Chapter 1

The calm before the storm

Sam sighed. It was 15:20 pm and the fourteen years old teen was stuck in the school's study room. Not that he didn't like school, but it was slightly frustrating to have to stay in this damn stifling yet cold room, after class and a Friday, when it was the first really sunny day of the year, and while two girls, around sixteen or seventeen, were babbling for now half an hour about who were the handsome boys in the school. Sam sighed again as he looked at his watch once more. 15:22 pm. Great. Still thirty eight minutes to go. And it was him, Sam, who had to wait because his stupid, stupid brother couldn't shut his mouth when needed and was now on detention. Sam wondered why Dean wasn't skipping it as usual. Maybe because their dad had got worked up at Dean the other night, saying in one single breathe that 'if you don't want to go to detention, you simply should learn not to open your mouth and talk to a teacher as if he was a fool while he is still in position to put you on detention, even if he is a fool.' And maybe because Dean had heard that today, Carrie White was in detention too. And this girl was, to Dean and nearly every male's opinion, the most beautiful, the school's goddess. Even Sam himself had to admit that she was rather very pretty; the problem was that she knew it. So yeah, Sam had figured out why his jerk of a brother was so keen on going to detention this day.

Sam snapped off of his thought and tried to concentrate on what he was reading, when he heard Dean's name. Speaking of the devil. The teenage girls, who were sitting on a table against the far wall at his left, were now speculating about his sibling's physique.

"…this Dean guy's cute too, isn't he? The one in Mr. Torrance class?"

"Cute? Are ya kiddin'? He's one of the hottest chaps of the whole town."

"Did you saw his eyes?"

"Oh, my God, they're awesome…"

Well, that was great. As if someone's eyes could be awesome. Rolling his own eyes, Sam looked at his right and saw another girl who was writing rapidly down on a sheet. She was about Sam's age and she was wearing glasses and four earrings which two of them portrayed little green hearts. Her hair was braided and as dark as a raven. Sam peered at her a moment before he realized that it was somewhat impolite and went back to his reading. At his left, the minxes decided to compare his brother to another guy named James, who was 'totally the Mediterranean type'.

As he tried to ignore them, Sam once again glanced at his watch and let out a desperate groan. Only four minutes had passed since last time he checked.

It was so going to be a long wait.

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Dean sighed. He was sitting in here for half an hour now and was supposed to do a whole page of exercises for his teacher, Mr. Torrance, who was himself overseeing the seven students kept in detention. Dean looked up, bored: he had barely started the second exercise. From the back of the room, where he sat, he could see Carrie White's back on the first row. He gazed at her till she turned toward him and smirked. She smiled back and faced back her copy, extensively rocking her long blond hair in the process. Dean sagged back comfortably on his chair, the tip of his tongue on his lower lip.

"Mr. Winchester! Would you mind to do what you are presumed to do in detention?"

Dean was about to reply some jackass comment when his father's advice came to his brain. 'I do not need you to be all kinky on your professors while I'm hunting towns away.' So he just answered "Sorry, dude." Okay. Perhaps the 'dude' was too much.

Mr. Torrance bit his lips but didn't add anything. Winchester was already on detention. What else could he do? This boy was just irretrievable.

Dean exhaled noisily, earning a dark gaze from his teacher. His pen still in hand, he looked up at the clock on the wall. 15:31 pm. Of course. Why time decided to be so slow when he needed it to go on fast? Plus, this Carrie girl had wanted to stay with him after 16 pm. Sammy wasn't going to appreciate that. But a little brother could always devote himself for his eldest, right? And the geek boy loved school, so it was definitely not gonna be a problem. Reassured by his reflection, Dean smirked again, thinking about what he and miss Carrie White might do within the next hour. Hum. That was interesting too. Carrie White. Like this crazy psychopath chick in the movie. A throat's clearing noise made him glance up, and Dean saw that Mr. Torrance was staring angrily at him for what seemed a moment. But then, two boys near the window started to laugh loudly, and the professor forgot Dean to shout at them, saying "you are in detention, which means you are expected to be silent!"

Carrie turned around to face Dean while Torrance had his back on them and they exchanged smiles once more, Dean adding a wink of his own.

It was so going to be a long wait.

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The sun was illuminating the room when dark clouds chose to place themselves in front of it, darkening the sky. Sam startled awake. Wow. How come he had fallen asleep here? Yawning, he closed the book he had used as a pillow and stretched his knotted muscles before looking around. The girls who had talked about his brother and general 'hot' men were now deliberating on varnish colors, and the glassed braided one was still writing, though she was currently yawning too. Sam rubbed his sleepy eyes and held his left wrist at eyesight. 15:48, the watch showed. So that meant he had about ten minutes of waiting. Sam smiled at that.

Behind him the door opened. He turned round to spot two large guys who must have been eighteen, maybe more. They stood at the entrance without a word. Their appearance wasn't soothing or reassuring at all to Sam and apparently, he wasn't the only one to feel it that way as the two chatting lasses shut up and glared at the newcomers.

Both gorillas stayed there without a motion or a sound for the next minutes. After almost ten minutes, Sam stood up, ready to ask them what the hell they were doing.

That's when they heard a loud thump Sam knew too well and that sent chills down his spine.

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Dean was frustrated. He hadn't even done half of his exercises and he had less than ten minutes left. He was so going on a second round with Torrance. Awesome. Just his luck. Being stuck one more hour with this maniacal of the authority.

He watched the other students. The three chicks had all finished their work, while two of the three other guys were still bent over their copy, the last one slumped in his chair and chewing gum before a sheet slightly whiter than Dean's. He snorted. So much for the chicks not being more studious than boys.

VLAM!

The door abruptly flew open, startling them all and a red-haired young man entered, followed by a thug-like guy. Red-haired was probably as old as Dean and seemed to be in a barely controlled rage. Mr. Torrance seemed to recognize him and said, frowning "Elliott? Elliott, what's going on?"

"You son of a bitch. I told you I was gonna kill you, I told you-" Red-haired, or rather Elliott's voice was calm yet a trifle quavering. Yet he appeared to be about to explode. "I told you I was gonna take my revenge on you."

Torrance advanced forward. "Elliott-"

"Don't move!" yelled Elliott, reaching for something in his jeans back pocket before pointed it at Torrance.

Carrie and another girl screamed; Dean gasped. In Elliott shaking hand was… a gun.

Well, if that wasn't awesome. How could a situation go so wrong so quickly? For all the detention he had skipped in his life, he had to go to the one where the crazy guy was here too with a gun. And naturally, Dean hadn't brought one of his own guns with him. He couldn't blame himself though, right? How was he supposed to know that he would need it here, in school?

"You!" Elliott was now aiming at the students. "Get up, and stand against the wall. Don't do nothing stupid an' I won't hurt you."

The scholars, including Dean, did as they were told. "Hey, pal, listen. You don't have to do that, okay?" said Dean in a still voice. "Let 'em get out, you don't need them." He then added, indicated his schoolmates.

"SHUT UP!" Okay, he'd passed the bargaining. Elliott's pistol aimed directly at Dean's head. "You… don't have to say anything."

Dean heard some intakes of breath round him as he held his palms up in an indication he had understand.

Elliott turned his gun back to Mr. Torrance, who was now in front of Carrie and a young boy not older than Sammy, and was protecting them as a shield.

At Dean's left, a petite fifteen years old chestnut-haired girl started crying and panting. Dean realized she was starting to hyperventilate. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be all right, okay?" he murmured, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. "Just breathe; everything's gonna be fine." She bored her begging eyes in his. "Now breathe with me: in… out… in…" taught Dean, breathing slowly himself. The girl's gasps slowly subsided. Dean smiled. "Good. What's your name?"

"Mina" she answered in a whisper.

"Okay Mina, I'm Dean."

Red-haired, who had watched the exchange without a word suddenly shouted. "SHUT YOUR FREAKING MOUTHS!"

Dean saw that the hand holding the firearm had steadied. Red-haired-Elliott seemed on the edge. Dean looked at the brute that had come in with Elliott: he hadn't budged. That's when the hunter remembered he had a small knife in his right shoe. How could he have forgotten? He had always a knife in his right shoe. Problem was he couldn't take it while Elliott had still his eyes on him.

Yet his gun was aimed at Mina, who noticed it too. Then everything happened at once. With a strangled sob Mina ran toward the exit, Elliott yelled something and shot. Torrance cried "NO!" as the blow sent Mina on the floor. She screamed in pain. Dean quickly pulled his knife out. He only had the time to toss it and perceive it jabbed itself in Red-haired upper arm as Dean heard another shot before Elliott dropped his pistol and gripped his arm, wincing.

An odd sensation was suddenly spilling in his gut. He was cold in the inside, and the lump in his throat wasn't helping his breathing. Something was wrong. Dean lowered his head to see that his hand had found its way to his belly. He felt strangely weak. He gazed at his trembling hand, now at eyesight. It was covered in blood.

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