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Quiet before the storm

"Dad… answer the phone damn it." Dean urged, sitting behind the wheel, Sam to his right and the three other youth in the back, sitting in the blankets. Sam was trembling and that not because of the cold. Dean was trying to reach his father since they stepped into the car. Frustrated Dean threw the phone onto Sam's lap.

The younger boy winced. His brother was mad, stepping hard onto the gas. Sam wanted to be invisible, afraid that he would annoy his brother further, by just breathing. He fiddled around with the cell, looking down.

"Stop that, or I'm gonna drop you off." Dean barked silently. The two girls in the back looked at each other and Sam immediately dropped the phone on his lap, apologizing quietly. Dean sighed, taking a deep breath. They already were near the school.

It was dark outside and snow was flying heavily. The wipers raced after each other on the windshield. Dean was driving to fast. Sam swallowed hardly, while the three youth in the back of the car gripping the blankets tightly.

"Dean… it might be icy." Sam whispered, avoiding looking at his brother, though Dean's face had softened, seeing his brother's torment. Dean slowed down a little, still driving to fast. "Thanks" The younger boy gave his brother a brief glance. Dean was glaring at the street, his thought spinning around their father.

Sam clenched and unclenched his fists, gritting his teeth harder the closer they came to the school.

When they eventually arrived at the school, the tension in the car was unbearable. Conny had buried the face in his hands, while the two Austrian siblings were exchanging nervous looks. Dean parked the car between two other cars. The mourning parents and pupil were already here.

"Shit" Dean cursed, stepping outside of the car.

"There is our mom" Michael shouted, running away, towards the door, chased by the two girls.

"No" Dean caught his brother, holding him back from running after them. "You're not gonna go inside."

"What?" Sam asked, spinning around, but when he saw Dean's scared look, he shut up.

"I swear, Sammy, they're gonna be okay, but we have to figure out what to do." Dean stated gently, faking a smile to his brother. Sam nodded.

"Okay… what are you think we're supposed to do?" Sam ran a hand through his hair, looking up to his brother. He wasn't able to hold Dean's gaze, so much unspoken words in his eyes.

"I have no idea…" Dean sighed, laying his hand on Sam's shoulder. "I hope dad's here." He laughed joylessly, remembering the fight. "We're gonna need him."

Sam nodded, when his brother released him.

"Let's go make a little fire." Dean smiled, again, gripping the duffle back in which were their weapons.

Dean had a firm grip on Sam's arm when they went into the school. Some of the people were already there, everybody in black. Dean chewed his lip, his heart beating fast. He wouldn't confess it, but he searched for his father.

"We can't find our mother." Michael's voice suddenly sounded beside Sam's ear.

"We want to get everybody out of here." Dean stated, searching for a fire alarm. When he finally found one, he tucked on Sam's arm, so Sam knew what he insisted to do.

The three youth followed Dean, who broke the glass of the alarm with a quick movement. Immediately there was a loud tone in the entrance. Sam covered his ears with his hands and watched his brother, waiting for him to do something. Tanja, Conny and Michael stood beside Sam, looking at the hysteric crowd when they stormed outside.

Dean had his hand on Sam's shoulder while they were waiting until everybody else was outside. "Okay… you three go outside." Dean ordered, addressing Tanja, her brother and her friend. "Sam and I'm gonna look, if anybody is still here."

The authority in Dean's voice made the youth obey immediately. The youth ran to the door, but before they could reach it, it closed in front of their nose. Michael got a grip on the door-handle, trying to open the door, but it was closed.

"What's up?" Dean asked, when he saw that the others were still inside the room.

"The door it's kinda locked." Tanja stated, looking lost.

"Damn it" Dean shouted as loud as he could, kicking the wall. Sam winced, looking up at his furious brother. "You ugly bitch" Dean hissed through gritted teeth, while the three others came back to them.

"Okay… what are we gonna do now?" Sam asked, when the five youth were standing together.

Dean ran a hand through his hair when suddenly the lights turned off and so did the alarm. "Shit… shit…shit…" Dean cursed, having a firm grip on Sam's upper arm. "We have to get out of this big hall." He stated, heading to the staircase. "Stay close." He didn't let go of his little brother, pulling him with him.

They've ran upstairs and than along the first floor. Dean listened carefully to the noises around him.

"Running away from me guys?" A woman stood on the opposite side of the floor. The woman the both Winchesters could immediately identify as the Perchta. Dean looked at her, pushing the other youth back with stepping in their direction.

"You better leave us alone." Dean hissed, feeling Sam tense behind him.

"Aww…" The Perchta smiled, she wore red high heels and a whine-red knee-high dress. Her black curls rounded her beautiful face, her eyes smirking along with her mouth. "You wanna threat me?" She asked, taking a step forward.

"Run" Dean turned around and shoved his younger mates, so they ran back, down the floor. The five youth ran like hell, till they reached the staircase again. The Perchta was right behind them, so much they could tell.

"Upstairs" Dean shouted, while Sam in the very same moment "Downstairs" shouted.

"No Sam…" Dean barked, but it was too late. While Dean, Conny and Tanja ran upstairs, the other two boys ran downstairs.

Now that the Perchta had already reached the stairs it was too later to turn around.

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