Hey!!
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.
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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 2
Blood and fear
Sam froze as a second bang quickly followed the first one, leaving a weird feeling in his chest. Gunshots. Sam was sure of that; he had learned to shot for almost seven years now. And it sounded exactly like gunshots. And the only other people present in the school were the ones in detention. Dean.
"What's going on?"
Glassed-braided-girl's terrified voice drew Sam out of his torpor. He quickly regained his composure and walked toward the door. Everything was in slow motion. He had to check if his brother was all right. He was all right, was he? He gulped, trying to calm his breathing. But as he reached the door, the two colossal young men stepped in front of him.
"Stay where you are." The voice was cold. Sam's eyes widened as he saw that the man had a gun in hand. The girls who had passed their hour babbling screamed and backed away, fear written all over their face, imitated by the other girl.
Sam noticed that the other man, the one who hadn't yet spoken, had taken a dagger out. He jerked, realization hitting him: he himself had a knife. A Swiss Army Knife. It was one of his dad more important rules, 'Never be unarmed, even in your house.' In their case it wasn't really a problem: they had no house.
Sam shook his head, clearing his thought. His knife was in his bag, which was where he had left it, under the table he had occupied. Slowly, Sam headed for it.
"Stay where you are." The gorilla's cold voice repeated. "Or next bullet's goin' right through yer brain." Sam stopped in mid motion as he heard a 'click'. These guys weren't jesting. He carefully rejoined the scared girls, placing himself in front of them. Panic started to make his way to his brain.
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Dean watched numbly his crimsons stained fingers. Somewhere in the coldness, he could hear the girl he had reassured earlier, Mina, sobbing and someone talking to her. So she wasn't dead. Dean looked up. Mina had a hand on her shoulder, bright red running out. Torrance was beside her. But they seemed far, far away…
Suddenly, Dean found himself on the floor. The impact made him cry out and gag. And the pain exploded in his right side, before traveling in his whole body. Someone was yelling. Maybe him, maybe somebody else. Then, everything went dark and painless.
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John Winchester sighed. He was exhausted. The hunt had taken much longer than it should have. The son of a bitch had been hiding pretty well, and then had been fighting pretty well. His entire body was throbbing, and his dislocated knee hurt like hell. He would need Dean to reset it in place. He could still do it himself but right now, he had simply not the strength or the will to do so. He just wanted to sleep in a warm bed.
John felt a tear roll on his cheek. This time, he really thought he was about to catch Mary's killer. Everything seemed to fit: a bastard was killing women in their room, before sending them on fire. Nothing was left of the victims. Nothing. And John was certain it was the monster he was looking for so long. But he had been wrong. It was simply a sadistic shapeshifter who slaughtered for mere pleasure and who liked playing with fire. But he hadn't killed Mary. John had made sure that it was saying the truth. And now the thing would not murder anyone. John had made sure it died screaming in the fire itself, after the hunter had pierced it with his silver blade.
He angrily wiped the tear off his face. Damn. He hadn't cried in years. And now, a single hunt was making him weep? What kind of hunter did that make him? He was supposed to be strong, always strong. For his sons. They didn't need a pathetic coward as a father. His sons. Right. He needed to call Dean, pick the boys up and hitting the road. But before that, Dean would have to set his freaking knee back, 'cause it freaking hurt. John blinked. Maybe some painkillers would be good too.
He reached for his cell phone, looking for Dean's name through the contacts, which weren't much, and dialed.
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Steven Torrance could not believe what was happening. It wasn't real, it couldn't. He was just trapped in a horribly vivid nightmare. He would wake up soon. He had to wake up soon. Yet here he was, in front of a loaded pistol. In front of Elliott. The kid had obviously lost it. And to think perhaps Elliott's acting was his fault made him sick to his stomach.
That was when a loud noise echoed around the classroom, and one of the girls fall screeching. And before he knew it he was crying "No!" Oh God. There was blood. He knelt beside the moaning teen, Mina, he recalled, trying to comfort her, while applying pressure on her shoulder, which made her sob louder. At the moment he turned to see what Elliott was doing, he heard another strangled scream. In a glimpse, he perceived Elliott on the floor, blood running down his arm as well from the hilt of a… knife? buried in his biceps, before spinning around. His heart sank. Another student was on the ground.
"Winchester!" he shouted worriedly. The fallen boy didn't seem to hear him, lost in his pain. Positioning Mina against the wall, he crawled toward him. Winchester was as pale as a sheet, whimpers escaping his clenched jaw. Suddenly, his body went limp as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. With a shuddering breath, Torrance noticed that the youth's right side was damp with blood. Shit, shit. "Shit!" he said aloud, a lamp in his throat, keeping his hand pressed firmly on the wound. He couldn't think about anything except 'I already have the blood of two of my students on my hands.'
"Get up or I swear there will be one more person bleeding to death in this room."
Torrance blenched. It wasn't Elliott's voice. He raised his head and swallowed hardly. The thug-like guy who had come in behind Elliott was now holding the gun, a nasty smile on his lips. Torrance's eyes widened at the sight of red shining on the barrel. Blood. Probably Elliott's. He glanced at the latter who was now sat, well more appropriately slumped, against the professorial desk, clutching his right arm with his left, careful not to touch the handle still impaled there. Elliott's eyes were tightly shut and his face was very white too.
Gathering his courage, he looked almost in Thug-like's emotionless eyes and said "You should help your friend, he's bleeding too."
Thug-like stared at him like he was nothing more than shit. "Who said the bastard was my friend?" he smiled cruelly, yet his eyes were cold and murderous. "Now get up an-"
His voice was cut off by a rock-like music, which appeared to be coming from the motionless Winchester. Torrance stopped breathing. A cell ring tone. He gulped. The moment he thought Thug-like was going to kill them all, the brute commanded in a dangerous voice "take it and put it on the desk."
With wobbly hands Torrance search for the still ringing phone. He found it in the boy's jeans front pocket. As he stood up, Thug-like said "Take everybody's phone. Now." Obeying, Torrance took the cells and put them on his desk. He then quickly returned to Dean's side, who was becoming restless. He whined, turning his head from side to side. Raising his firearm, Thug-like 'killed' the mobile phones. The ringing abruptly quitted, letting the room in a deafening silence. Four of the kids were sobbing quietly.
"Now, everybody who can walk, get in there." spat Thug-like, pointing with his gun the large closet behind the classroom. "Except you beauty." he said to Carrie. "You can stay here an' watch your little friends die."
For a moment, it seemed Carrie was about to try and tell that she would rather go with the others, but she glanced at Dean and Mina, both on the floor and in pain, and she nodded, terror filling her eyes as her gaze fell on the pistol.
Torrance was about to protest when he felt the rush of air an inch from his ear, before he heard another BANG! He gasped. A frigging bullet had actually passed an inch from his head. A frigging inch.
"Do as I say. Or next bullet's heading right in the heart of one of yer beloved student."
Slowly taking a shaky breath, the teacher nodded in his turn. Once the three boys and the girl were in the closet, thug-like spoke again "Hey, Prof, don't be coward. I want ya to stay with us, can't have this pretty chick assisting their death all alone, right? And once they're dead I'll kill ya bit by bit. But I'll keep the hot girl, huh sweetheart?" he winked at a terrified Carrie who was beside an as well terrified Mina.
As he tried to control his breathing, Torrance went to Dean when his eyes started to flutter. "Hey, Dean." He said soothingly, once more pressing his already dry bloody hand on the source of the bleeding. The boy winced then panted. "Stay with me son." He saw Dean tried to speak, but he couldn't catch what. The teen needed a hospital, as well as Mina and Elliott. Torrance looked up. Elliott hadn't move from his position near the desk. He looked scared too. Torrance frowned. The big guy, Thug-like was now talking to someone he couldn't see at the door. He looked at his watch. 16:17 pm.
At this instant, they heard sirens in the distance. Thug-like looked up and smirked. "Huh. Looks like the cops are here…"
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Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! I know it's a little late but I had to say it! *iz giving lots of pretty presents*