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CHAPTER TWO
Dean shoved open the entrance doors to St. Michael's Catholic School and burst out into the cool twilight air. He sighed heavily and strode off to where he parked his Impala. Searching the school was a bust. Just a bunch of empty classrooms and deserted hallways that were lined with old lockers. He had checked out the scenes of death of the three students, but there nothing left. Not even emf remained.
Dean whipped out his slim black cell phone and hit Sam's number on speed dial. As the phone rang he approached the Impala across a snow-covered parking lot and unlocked it, sliding into the driver's seat and adjusting the phone against his ear as he stuck the keys into the ignition and turned them, making the old motor rumble to life.
"Dean?" Sam answered finally, a clicking noise sounding over the connection as Sam answered the call.
"I got nothing," Dean said, clutching the phone between his head and shoulder as he backed out of the parking space. "You find anything on the Internet?"
"Not yet. I checked the background of the victims, but there's nothing that singles them out as possible demon attractions."
"Cas report back?"
"No. I wonder what he's looking for."
"That Maddy girl. He said something about her," Dean remembered. He could hear Sam type something on the other end of the phone into his computer.
"Yeah, I'm still thinking about her. I mean, she must have been one of the Yellow-Eyed demon's last victims."
"Why did he want her? She never showed up when this whole business with the psychics was going down," Dean said.
"Maybe she was too young," Sam speculated. "She would've been only about seven when it happened."
"The whole thing just seems strange. She was five when he attacked, too," Dean said. "Not six months old like everyone else."
"I don't know. I'm reading her past schools reports right now. She seems like a pretty good student. High grades." Then Sam chuckled slightly.
"What? So she's a nerd," Dean proclaimed.
"No, it's not that. For all of her studiousness, she's had quite a lot of detentions for various reasons," Sam read. "Talking back to teachers, yelling at other students, a couple fights. She's got quite the track record."
"Huh. A troublemaker," Dean grinned. "Though she seemed pretty quiet today."
"Her friends just died, Dean. They were killed by demons. I wouldn't blame her."
"I guess you're right," Dean said, sighing as he pulled into the drive through of a Panda Express. "I'm getting some Panda Express for dinner."
"Sounds good. I'll be here," Sam responded. Dean was about to hang up when Sam spoke up. "Don't forget the orange chicken like you did last time."
"I won't forget the orange chicken," Dean reassured his younger brother. "Keep researching. Be back soon."
Dean ended the call with one touch to a button in the screen of his phone and entered the restaurant, coming out a few minutes later with a bag of Chinese food in a white plastic bag swinging from his arm. He set it in the passenger seat of his car and drove down the road a couple blocks to the motel.
Dean took the second motel key and stuck it in the door of the motel when he arrived and hurried into the room, the blustery winter wind pushing at his back. He set the Chinese food bag down on a table and threw his car keys onto the bedside table to his right. Sam was sitting at the table, completely immersed in something he was reading on his laptop.
"Sammy," Dean called. He flicked Sam's ear.
"What the hell, Dean?" Sam said, coming out of his stupor.
"Food," Dean said, motioning toward the Chinese food whose aroma was spreading throughout the motel room. Sam reached forward and dug through the bag before pulling out his prized orange chicken. He took a black plastic fork and dug into the red paper box filled with the delicious chicken hungrily.
"Hey, save some for me," Dean admonished him, sticking his own fork in and taking a couple pieces of chicken. He plopped down into the chair opposite Sam and took his own carton of Lo Mein.
"Okay," Same began after a couple minutes of loud chewing. "So I haven't been able to find anything else on these students, but what I did find was that they are having their annual Christmas concert tonight at their school."
"And?"
"I think we should go. School doesn't come back into session until after Christmas, which isn't for a couple weeks. This would be the perfect night for a demon to take control of someone," Sam said. Dean nodded, taking a huge bite of some noodles.
"What time is it at?"
"7:00, which is approximately thirty minutes from now," Sam answered.
"Let's get this show on the road," Dean exclaimed, tossing his now empty box of Chinese food and snatching up his car keys.
"But Dean, I'm not finished," Sam said, gesturing toward his half eaten Chinese food. Dean shrugged. "Can't miss anything." He pulled the door open and walked outside. Sam followed with a resigned sigh. He grabbed their bag full of salt, an emf detector, knives, and anything else they might need when on the hunt. When Sam slid into the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean pulled out of the motel and drove towards the school. Once the brothers got there, they entered the building, greeted by the noise of parents and students as they got ready for the upcoming concert.
They snuck through a couple hallways until they reached the gym, where parents and other spectators were gathering in the bleachers. Students tuned up instruments and sang scales. Sam and Dean climbed all the way to the top of the bleachers and sat in the corner. Dean tapped his foot restlessly against the concrete floor of the bleachers. His arms were folded and his eyes narrowed. Watching a high school battle its way through traditional Christmas songs wasn't exactly his idea of fun.
About halfway through, Dean stood up. "I'm going to look around the school."
Sam only nodded in response, completely focused and scanning the crowd and students for any signs of possession. Dean made his way back down the bleachers, a couple people grumbling in annoyance as he passed in front of them. He pushed the doors open, sighing as he left the hot air of the gym and was suddenly in the colder air of the empty, dark hallway.
He started to wander around a bit, checking anywhere a demon could hide. His hand hovered over the gun concealed in the waistband of his jeans, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice.
Dean narrowed his eyes at a shadow that appeared to be moving by a window. He crept towards it, totally focused. Then he bumped into something.
"Hey!" A distinctly female voice yelled. Dean turned to see Maddy glaring at him, rubbing her shoulder.
"Watch it," she said. Dean turned back to the shadow. He relaxed when he realized it was only the shadow of a moving tree outside the window.
"What are you doing, running around the school with a gun?" She asked. Dean looked down at his gun then stuck it back into his jeans.
"Looking for demons," he answered, glancing quickly down the hall behind Maddy.
"I don't think you're going to find anything here," she said. "I haven't seen anything even remotely related to the supernatural since the last death."
"It was worth a try," Dean stated. Maddy shrugged.
"Where's that brother and friend of yours? The guy with the trench coat?"
"Sam is somewhere else. And Cas, the guy with the trench coat, is out looking for information."
"On the demon attacks?"
"Yeah." Dean looked behind him, searching the shadows, "I have to go. Stay out of trouble."
"I'll try," Maddy said, watching as Dean headed back down the way he came.
He met Sam outside the gym doors.
"Bupkis," Dean said, slowing to a halt in front of his younger brother. Sam shifted on his feet. He looked around the hallways at the walls impatiently, as if expecting to see the demons they were looking for pop out of nowhere.
"Where would they be besides here?" Sam questioned. Dean sighed, his hand resting on the concealed gun.
"I don't know."
Sam reached under his shirt and brought out the demon knife. "I'm going to look around one more time."
Dean nodded, following his brother up the stairs located next to the gym. They stole down the hallway, making sure their footsteps were light and soundless, their respective weapons ready to be whipped out and used at a moment's notice.
"Wait, Dean," Sam whispered. He held out his right hand to stop Dean from moving.
"What?"
Sam pointed to a classroom with a cracked door to his left. Dean narrowed his eyes. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from inside the room. Sam and Dean crept towards the room, then swung the door open, standing with their gun and knife out. The girl at the other end of the room swung around at the sudden noise.
"Maddy?" Dean realized.
"What are you doing back here?" Maddy asked, taking a couple steps forward, her hands held slightly up "You going to shoot me?"
Dean looked at the gun currently pointed at the young girl. He let his arms relax, the gun swinging by his side. "No. We thought you were a demon."
"To my knowledge, I'm not," she answered. She dropped her hands to her side.
"What are you doing here?" Sam spoke up. Maddy turned to grab a couple books from a desk behind her.
"I forgot my homework," she said, holding up the books. "I knew the doors wouldn't be locked because of the concert."
"Well, if you see anything, call us," Sam began. He pulled a piece of rumpled paper towards him and took a pen out of a desk, scribbling something down on the paper. When he held it out to Maddy, his phone number flashed. She reached out to take it, then was suddenly yanked to the side and slammed against the wall. She gasped, her breath knocked out of her by the impact. Sam and Dean spun around to see a couple of what looked like parents standing in the doorway. A man with blonde hair was holding his hand out, keeping Maddy pinned to the wall. A black-haired woman with a sly grin on her face stepped forward.
"The Winchester boys," she said, her mouth twitching up in a satisfied smile.
Dean held up his gun, aiming for the man holding Maddy, but had it yanked roughly out of his hands by an unseen force. The woman clicked her tongue.
"You should know better than to try something like that in us," the demon purred.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam asked, the knife clenched in his hand. The demon eyed the knife then grinned. "The girl."
"Why her? Why are you targeting her?" Sam continued while Dean slowly stepped back toward his gun.
"Because she has something we need," the black-haired demon said.
"Quit being vague. Just tell us," Dean snapped.
"Fine." The demon's head snapped around to stare at Dean intently. "Her blood."
"My what?" Maddy gasped out.
"Your blood. We need it," the blonde demon broke in. "And you two apes aren't going to stop us."
"We'll see about that," Dean said before snatching up his gun and firing two quick shots at the demons. The blonde demon dropped, a bullet lodged in his head. The second bullet hit the other demon in the chest. Maddy dropped to the ground from where she was being held high up on the wall. She struggled to stand, unable to put weight on what looked like her right leg.
Sam rushed forward with the knife to kill the other demon, but both demons exploded our of their vessels in clouds of black smoke, their screamed echoing down the hall.
"Come on," Dean said, running over to Maddy and helping her up. She winced and held onto Dean for support. "Those demons won't stay away forever. People would've heard those screams."
Sam led Dean and Maddy out of the school, his knife held out in front of him and ready for any attacking demons. Dean helped Maddy slide into the backseat of the Impala then took the driver's seat and drove away, the old engine protesting under the sudden increase of speed.
"Where are we going?" Maddy said from the back seat, pushing herself into a more comfortable position.
"Back to the motel," Dean answered.
"What about my foster parents? They'll be worried if I'm gone for long."
"I can't take you back there until make sure those demons are gone. And besides, looks like you hurt something," Dean said, glancing in the rear view mirror to view Maddy's face.
"It's fine. I've always had a bad right knee," she tried. Dean still shook his head. "Sorry princess. Can't be too careful."
"Don't call me princess," Maddy mumbled under her breath. Dean pulled into the motel and jumped out of the car, making sure Maddy and Sam got in the motel room before locking the door, looking around for any suspicious people.
"Lemme see that knee," Dean said after Maddy had settled on a bed. Sam opened the motel fridge and pulled out a beer, popping the top and tossing it in the open trash by the sink.
"You a doctor?" Maddy asked skeptically.
"No, but I've injured myself enough."
"It's fine. Really. I have a brace at home. I do this all the time," Maddy repeated, leaning back against the bed's headboard.
"Okay, if you're sure," Dean said, holding his hands up in defeat.
"I'm sure."
Sam sat at the table, reloading Dean's gun. "We'll probably only keep you a couple hours. The demons shouldn't be able to find you anytime soon. They don't know where you are."
"That's fine," Maddy said, her voice trailing off. Dean glanced at her then grabbed a beer, jumping on the other bed in the hotel and turning the TV on. After a couple seconds, Maddy raised her eyebrows.
"Dr. Sexy MD? Really?" She looked over at Dean. He shrugged. "It's good. I promise."
Maddy turned back to the TV, and after a couple hours and about four more episodes she was hooked and commenting on it with Dean.
"No! Why would you do that?" She shouted at a nurse on the screen. "God. She just ruined any chances she had with the Doctor."
"I know right? This show is great," Dean commented from where he was sitting.
"Hey Maddy, I can take you back home now," Sam broke in.
"What?" Maddy said distractedly, totally focused on the characters on the screen.
"I can take you home," Sam repeated.
"Oh, sure." Maddy got up and shrugged on her sweatshirt she had taken off just a bit earlier.
"I'll hold down the fort," Dean said as Maddy and Sam exited the motel room. Sam drove Maddy home, remembering the directions from earlier. He dropped her off with a couple warnings about watching for demons. Maddy nodded, then left the car with a small "thank you." On his way back to the motel, Sam thought about Maddy. Cas was right. She did seem familiar.
In the morning, back at the hotel, Sam and Dean were just getting ready for another day of demon hunting when Cas suddenly appeared, looking the same as ever; collected and put together.
"Cas, hey, what'd you find?" Dean asked as he tied his shoes.
"Something important," he began, looking around the motel room. "Have you seen Madeleine recently?"
"Yeah, we were attacked by some demons last night. I took her home," Sam said. "Why?"
"We have to get her," Cas said, urgency threaded through his voice. "She's in danger."