Well, let's bring in the hurt ;)
Nobody has any control, nobody knows who or where or ANYTHING for that matter. It's just pure chaos. Dean looks around, what seems like hundreds of scared and frightened teenagers are crowding in every corner of the old cafeteria. There is nobody, at first glance, that looks like they are injured… That's a good sign… but he can't seem to find Sammy! Panic takes hold of him for a little while, before new gunshots makes him snap straight out of the panic trance. This time the shots are coming from the south wing. I could swear they came from the west wing a few moments ago… Dean thought for himself. Now he knew that there most likely were multiple shooters, but how many exactly? His brain automatically switching into hunting mode. He analyzed the atmosphere, like he would in any other hunt… His heart pounding in his chest as he started to wonder if there might be more than two shooters. The same moment as that thought brushed past his brain, a new shot was fired… And it was inside the cafeteria! A young girls body fell limply to the floor, she was dead, killed! If Dean wasn't wrong, she was even younger than himself, maybe even younger than Sam! A shiver went down his spine as he caught himself thinking that. If she had been killed, what meant that Sammy, his precious little brother, would be spared?
Dean panned the room, the door out to the hallway had been barricaded and there was a killer in the room. The killer hadn't showed himself yet though… Once more a shot was fired, inside the cafeteria. This time a boy, from his home room, fell to the ground clutching his left upper arm. The killer had missed a deathly shot, by inches… Dean looked over the room once more, before he turned to Jenny and gave her a kiss on the cheek, he looked at her. She was terrified. He kissed her on the other cheek before he silently whispered "I love you, and your gonna be okey. That I promise!" Then he swiftly went over to his classmate, Tommy, who laid in a small pool of his own blood. Clutching to his upper arm for dear life, while crying as silent as he could. Dean knew the pain Tommy was going through at the moment, he had been shot a couple of times himself… Painful, extremely painful... Never less.
He hoped to God, yes, Dean Winchester hoped to God that the killer in the room wouldn't shoot at him when he crouched down beside Tommy and tore the sleeve off of his own shirt, to make a makeshift bandage to stop most of the bleeding… He felt everyone's eyes heading at him, and he knew that what he was doing was extremely risky. Still, he couldn't just let Tommy bleed to death. He heard the cock on the handgun getting tightened, he swallowed slowly and looked slowly up. He was now staring face to barrel, he froze a short second. Then he cleared his throat… "Man, what are you gonna do?" He asked when he saw a boy he believed attended the class beneath him, he paused a bit... Weighing his words and actions. "Are you gonna kill every single one of us? You know there won't be enough bullets for that…" Dean prayed that he did say the right things, or that the kid would come to senses by his own. Quickly.
The boy lowered his gun a bit, and Dean let a little breath out. Then he did his first mistake of the day, he shifted his weight from one knee to the other, a little too quickly by the gunman's opinion. The boy rose his gun and pulled the trigger. Once, barely misses Dean's torso. Twice, hits Dean's right thigh, right above his knee. "Son-of-a-bitch!" Dean hisses, as the pain shoots through his nerve system. His right hand drops to his knee, briefly followed by his left. He sees his chance and acts like he fumbles a lot more now, then when he helped Tommy. Truth is, he's picking his knife out of his boot. He concentrates on his leg once more. Ripping up his other sleeve, another makeshift bandage in the making… "Okey, okey… Don't shoot… I'm gonna sit on my ass now, so don't shoot!" Dean commands at the boy while getting ready to throw his knife at the boy. Hoping he's the only lunatic in this room. The boy with the gun, who has become quite pale, nods. "Okey, I won't shoot at you right now, shift your position and get over it!" Motioning to Dean with the gun in his hand.
Come on, Dean thinks, hunting practice don't fail me now… He groans as he gets a grip around his knife and starts shifting position. The moment when he starts to pull his legs out from down under him he flings the knife. It rushes through the air, and hits the gunman's shoulder, edge first. The shock making him squeeze the trigger once more, sending another bullet crashing through Dean's right leg. This time below the knee… "FUCK!" Dean exclaims loudly, as another shock of pain is sent through his nerve system. The boy with the gun faints, and hits the ground hard. This makes the gun fire once more, a ricochet is heard when the bullet hits the wall. Dean gasps a couple of times, in pain, before he regains control. While the rest of his shirt becomes another makeshift bandage, he yells out at question to the crowd. "Anybody else who's hit?" He is relived when nobody answeres…
The next thing he knows is new gunshots. This time from the northern wing.
OH CRAP! SAMMY! Where the hell are you?
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