okey, here comes a new chapter... It's just a little one
Sam was hiding in a box room, he and seven other students stuffed together in less than two square meters. A girl he had seen in his homeroom class nudged his elbow, taking his attention. "D-d-do y-you think we're s-safe here?" she stuttered, giving Sam a terrified look. He swallowed before he thought out some calming words for her, last thing they needed was panic… "Well…" he said, rubbing his hair "I think we are just as safe here as any other place in this school right now… Maybe even safer…" He was trying to keep his voice calm and steady, he wanted it to sound like he wasn't scared, but he could hear the crack in his own voice as he said those words.
He was scared, petrified to be exact. He was afraid that his big brother was hurt, maybe even worse… He had to quit thinking like that, it only made it harder to keep cool, and remain in control. He swallowed hard, forcing his pulse to even out… A minute later it still felt like he had a pulse of four-hundred-something-something…
They were isolated in the box room, only a small keyhole as their portal to what happened in the hall. Sam was the one who looked through the keyhole, and he froze as a person walked past his view. One hand automatically reaching down to reassure him that he still had his knife handy, but if those guys had guns he would not stand a chance, unless he got into close combat… Sure he knew how to toss a knife at a target, but he wasn't nearly as skilled as Dean… He wished that his older brother would be there to support him, to tell him that everything would turn out all right… Right now he had to be that person who kept the control, the one who calmed everybody down… It was his duty in this position…
Please R&R