After the conversation the twins had eavesdropped on, John had taken his leave quickly with their father in tow while Ellen had rushed them both off to bed on the reasoning it was a school day the next day. Though neither one of them were able to actually get any proper sleep. Sam needed to know what was going on what the big secret they were hiding from them was. There had always been this dark cloud hovering over his family, something their father and mother wouldn't tell them and it was clear that this put a strain on their marriage. Sam might have only been fourteen but he was old enough and mature to handle whatever it was that they were hiding. He was not a little kid anymore that needed protecting.

Sam yawned trying to hide it behind his fist, his eyes roamed to the clock above the door hopelessly counting down the seconds until the bell for home rang. As it was it was only currently eleven in the morning, just another four hours or so to go. Jess was sitting beside him, nudging him once in a while when it seemed that he was seconds away from actually falling asleep. Their teacher was droning on about something, not that Sam could tell you what or even what lesson he was currently in. His words were melting into one to the point where they didn't make sense so he stopped listening. His mind was focusing on what he was going to say to his mother when they got home that evening. He wanted to come clean to her, tell her what he heard in the hopes that she would finally reveal to him what the big secret was. The only conclusion he had come to was that his father was some kind of spy…yeah he didn't believe it either but with all the secrecy surrounding them he would be surprised if it was something else.

He groaned as he glanced at the time once more to see that only a minute had passed. This day was going to be hell he could tell that already. Giving up with pretending to pay attention he placed his arm on his desk and folded his head into the crook of his elbow. Yes he would he getting dirty looks right now but Mr Wright was not the kind to confront any of his students. He was an elderly gentleman who taught history because he was history. No one knew exactly how old he was, there was a running bet going on throughout the school, Sam's current bet was around ninety. Everyone was waiting for the day when he revealed his age once and for all.

Jess huffed beside him and he couldn't help but grin. He opened his mouth to say something when there was a massive bang coming from the car park. Sam's head shot up instantly, Mr Wright fell silent along with all the students as they waited with bated breathes. There had been many a drills in what to do in case of emergencies, from fires, to earthquakes and even school shootings. Sam silently prayed that it was just a case of a car backfiring nothing more…No such luck as the sound echoed out again, this time it sounded closer.

"Children under your desks," Mr Wright hissed out slowly pushing his chair out from under him and lowering himself to his creaking knees.

Without hesitating Sam grabbed hold of Jess's hand as they both clambered underneath their desks, with the rest of the class following suit. None of them seeming to understand what was happening. Jess huddled into his side with her head burrowing into the crook of his neck, his hair softly brushing her cheek like she was finding some kind of security around him. Not that he knew why, there wasn't anything he could do. He just hoped that to whoever was in the building the classroom would appear to be empty. It was their best hope.

The banging echoed throughout the silent room, becoming louder with every occurrence. Sam fought the urge to flinch every time. He could hear Jess's soft sobs along with other students who were trying to keep quiet but were finding it almost impossible. It was these situations that you saw on TV, read in the newspapers but would never ever think you would find yourself facing one. It was like something out of a movie and he didn't know what he could do. They were on the third floor, not too high to jump out the window but high enough they would cause serious damage if they did. Sam guessed their only hope would be that the authorities acting quickly enough to stop whoever this was.

There were a series of rapid bangs before the corridor outside of their classroom fell silent. Footsteps echoed breaking through the eerie atmosphere that had fallen the once buzzing school. With every step that come closer Sam's heart started to pound in his chest. He wanted to run, he wanted to break out and find his twin, though he took relief in the fact that he felt like she was still around. He always knew when she was hurt, the kind of twin telepathy that people joked about was actually sort of a real phenomenon. Drawing in a shaky breath he wrapped his arms around Jess and brought her into his chest, this he could do. Silently praying that somehow they would make it out of this in one piece.

The footsteps stopped right outside of the door, he could hear the muffled screams of some of the students. Looking around at the faces staring at each other underneath their desks. Some of the guys had their arms around their girls, trying to hide them away, others had tear stains on their cheeks while the ones who were meant to be the jock types cowered in the far corners. Sam could see determination cross Mr Wright's face, his mouth was set in a tight line with his shoulders pushed back. There was an old fire dancing in his eyes and Sam knew that he would sacrifice himself in an instant if it came down to it.

The handle to the door jiggled, thank god they had the sense to lock the door before the lesson had even started. Another one of Mr Wright's quirkiness that seemed to actually have paid off for once. The door handle danced for a few more minutes before the person on the other side started to bang against the door determined to gain access. This time the students started to scream the pretence of an empty classroom seeming to have failed.

"Everyone to the back of the room," Mr Wright called pushing himself out from under the desk. "Quickly," he added waving his arms at the students. Without hesitation Sam untangled himself from Jess, though still holding onto her hand, he pushed himself to his feet and followed the panicking crowd to the far corner of the room. The students huddled together trying to create some kind of wall he supposed. With Mr Wright standing directly in front of them. Sam's eyes turned towards the nearest window that was open a crack, they had no choice if they wanted to survive. He nodded to Jess who seemed to agree with him for once.

The door slammed open, pieces of wood come flying off of it with the hinges collapsing inwards. The door landed inside the classroom echoing throughout the room. It sounded like an explosion because the atmosphere was so tense. Through the dust of the wood a figure started to appear. He was tall, with broad shoulders…his hair was cut close to his head though it was longer on top and in his hands the tell-tale sign of a gleam of a gun was evident. This was it…

Sam held his breath as the dust settled and the intruder made his way into the classroom, coming closer to students. His face becoming clear…what the fuck….

…

"Dean?" Sam breathed out his heart hammering fiercely in his chest. No it can't be…he wouldn't…But there was no mistaking those intense green eyes, ones that were fixed firmly on Mr Wright. His thumb cocked back the hammer of his gun with it aiming squarely at the teacher's chest. No this cannot be happening…the man he had been crushing over…no… "Dean…no don't do this," he pleaded hoping that he could appeal to the elder teens softer side, the side that had made him stand up to Stephen Hemming and save a kid he did not know. "Please…" he begged feeling Jess squeeze his hand tightly in warning. He didn't care if this made him a target, he just needed to understand why the student teacher wanted to do this. He didn't know what had switched in Dean's mind to make him want to attack a school…the conversation from the previous night with his parents was present in the front of his mind. Had they known this was happening? Was John trying to warn them about his son? Or did he set it up?

"Stay back Sam," Dean growled his attention never wavering away from the older man.

"You can't do this…" Sam stammered taking in the sight of the blood littering the front of Dean's leather jacket. "Oh god," he choked out. "How many have you killed?" he added this time turning the elder teenager's attention to him. Dean's brows furrowed as he himself look down at his clothing seeming to release that he was covered in blood. "Just let us go," he continued knowing that he was practically begging right now.

"Yes Dean how many?" Mr Wright interrupted his voice sounding confident despite the danger of the gun.

"You son of a bitch," Dean growled lifting the weapon so that it was flush with the elder man's temple.

Feeling a strange sense of determination crossing over him Sam dropped Jessica's hand and stepped in front of Mr Wright. He held his own hands up to show the elder teenager that he was not a threat. This was not the Dean he had come to know…at least thought he knew. He ignored the screams of the other students as the gun was now level to his own heart. He felt confident that Dean wouldn't shoot him…at least he hoped not. "I can't let you do this," he warned watching the anger cross the elder teen's eyes. "Just put the gun down."

"Dammit Sammy move," Dean commanded the use of the nickname still caused Sam's heart to constrict even with the current situation. The gun still aiming firmly not phasing Dean in the slightest. With his heart hammering even more hoping that had not misread the other man he held his hands up higher to show that he was still not going to be a threat.

"No, you will not shoot me…" Sam retorted hoping he sounded more confident with that statement than what he actually felt.

"No Dean won't shoot you," Mr Wright laughed. The students screamed at the same time Sam felt something cold press against his neck. He felt rather than saw the blade pressing against his throat and the aged hand that was holding it. "Now Winchester lower the gun or I will cut little Harvelle's throat." The teacher cackled pushing Sam forward so that Dean had to step to the side to allow them to past. Mr Wright turned them so that his back was to the door with Sam pushed firmly against his chest, they faced the students who looked terrified and confused all at the same time.

Dean sneered as he dropped his gun to the floor, his face was like thunder with his green eyes flashing dangerously. His own hands lifted in the air to show that he was no unarmed. "Let him go," he demanded. "It's not him you want."

"No?" Mr Wright laughed leaning down so that his mouth was at Sam's ear. A foul stench rolled out of his mouth, one that reminded him a lot like rotten eggs, making his stomach roll with nausea. "But this is so much fun…though I was expecting the older Winchester not the pint size one," he continued. "I can just imagine the look on your Daddy's faces when I send you back to him piece by piece," those last words were aimed at Sam.

"I don't understand," Sam choked out not wanting to say much more due to the current threat of the knife which was now sitting comfortably on his artery.

"Poor little Samuel, shut out of his own family…makes my heart bleed," Mr Wright laughed.

Dean's eyes drifted down to Sam briefly before flicking up to the teachers hand that was still holding the knife. His head inclined to the right slightly while his hands remained in the air giving the pretence of submitting to the crazed teacher. Mr Wright continued to speak not seeming to be aware of the small exchange. Dean nodded softly at Sam with a slight smile to his lips for encouragement. Feeling a strange sense of strength rush threw him Sam tilted his head back, forcing the knife away from his throat he slammed his head into the teacher's face breaking his concentration and his nose at the same time. Sam felt the blade slice along his neck but it was shallow enough to not be an issue.

Dean leapt forward, his hand grasped hold of the blade, forcing the man's arm backwards he allowed Sam the chance to fall to his knees and crawl out of the way. His own hands reaching up to cup onto his now bleeding throat. Jess's worried arms wrapped around his shoulders though he didn't pay attention to her. His eyes were locked onto the sight of Dean who currently had managed to disarm the teacher and retrieve his gun.

Dean pointed the barrel of the gun at Mr Wright's head. "Bullets really?" the teacher laughed his eyes flashing pure black. "I thought Daddy would have taught you better," he added holding his hand out towards Dean who somehow went flying backwards into the desk knocking it to the floor. Sam stifled the scream that wanted to break out of his lips. He had gone from standing up to who he thought was the school shooter to cheering him on against their history teacher who for some reason had wanted to kill him. Ok yes it wasn't like he had been paying attention today but to kill him for it…and his eyes…he was going to need some serious therapy if they made it out of here today.

Mr Wright pushed himself to his feet in time to see Dean emerge with an alcohol flask. He flicked the contents at the elderly man, smoke billowed off of him as he fell to his knees once more, grasping hold of his face.

Sam scrambled forward and grasped hold of Dean's gun. "Dean!" he called out throwing it towards the elder teenager who nodded at him in appreciation as he caught it. Without hesitating Dean pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into the teacher's shoulder who screeched inhumanly at the impact.

"They shouldn't have let me escape," Mr Wright laughed. "They killed my family I will kill theirs," he laughed opening his mouth a thick black cloud escaped his lips. The smoke spun up to the ceiling disappearing beyond their line of sight.

"Shit," Dean hissed lowering the teacher onto the floor and flicking the safety on his weapon. He tucked the gun into the waistband of his jeans before turning to face the thirty or so students who were peering at him out of shock. "Double shit," he breathed out running a shaking hand through his hair, his whole body was vibrating and there was a genuine feel of enjoyment buzzing around him. Something that Sam could not understand. In fact everything about last night and today had been one massive mind fuck. What the hell was that? "Ok what you just saw…." Dean stammered his eyes darting in his head trying to figure out what to say. "You tell the authorities that Mr Wright tried to save you ok…"

"But…" one of the students stammered.

"No, he tried to save you, end of," Dean interrupted his voice sharp and straight to the point. "What you saw today, forget it," he added trying to wipe the dried blood off of his jacket. "No one will believe you anyway."

As one the students slowly nodded like they themselves were starting to doubt with that they had just witnessed.

"Awesome," Dean breathed out. "The right corridor is clear, you run until you reach the playground. Don't stop," he commanded stepping over the teacher's body to place two figures at the base of his neck seeming to be feeling for a pulse. "You two," he pointed to two males who were wearing letterman jackets. "Take him with you," he added slinging Mr Wright's shoulder over his own and forcing the unconscious teacher to his feet. He passed him onto the students who reluctantly followed Dean's orders not able to deny the man that had just most likely saved all their lives. "What are you waiting for," Dean snapped breaking the students out of the trance. "Go."

Most of the class didn't need telling twice, they moved quicker than they ever had before with Jess trying to get Sam to go with them but he told her that he would catch up to her. "Dean," he called out. "What just happened?"

"Nothing," Dean replied reaching for the nearest fire alarm point, breaking the glass he pulled the alarm with the bells ringing out instantly. "Your sister…"

"Jo."

"Jo what class is she in?"

"She has gym."

"Great thanks," Dean replied pushing Sam's shoulders to force him out of the door. "Shit," he grumbled again pushing the younger teen back into the room. "Help me with the desk," he ordered. As one the pair pushed the teacher's desk up onto the side and placed this in the space where the door had once stood before Dean had kicked it in. Dean ducked down behind it, pushing Sam down with him he placed a finger to his lips. Two pairs of footsteps came rushing down the hallway, heavy ones that seemed to be belong to an adult.

Sam peered over the edge of the desk, on the other side of the door were two men, both were looking down at them…their eyes pitch black.

"RUN!" Dean shouted grabbing hold of Sam's hand he jumped on top of the desk, with his free hand he pushed open one of the ceiling tiles before actively lifting Sam into the roof, into the vents that he had never known to be there.

Sam heard a few shots being fired before Dean himself climbed into the vent beside Sam. His body was pressed up close against the younger teenager and from this angle he could see the thick stream of blood oozing out of the side of Dean's head.

"That won't stun them for long," Dean grumbled. "We need to get to the gym."

So that was how Sam Harvelle found himself navigating through the vents of the school with the man he had been crushing on, to find his sister and stop whoever…or whatever those people were that were trying to kill him. So yeah just another manic Monday…

TBC (Hey everyone! I hope you are enjoying this story, thank you all so much for reading and those who leave a lovely review. It means the world to hear from you so please keep them coming. I'm really excited to be writing this story again, I loved it the first time round and I hope it can make it even better! Thanks again and see you all in chapter five!)