Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Chapter 2:
Missing
Dean sat on the hood of his precious car, thumbing to the rhythm of ACDC that was blasting from his car. He looked over to his watch again.
"Damn it, Sammy! You're fifteen minutes late. I have shit to do too you know!" growled Dean. He hopped off the car, reached into the car and turned it off. Opening the door, he closed the windows, locked the doors and grabbed the keys. Then he headed into the junior high school directly across the street.
Dean knew where his brother's class was. He headed straight to the room on the second floor. Sam, you better be there, thought Dean, or I'm so going to beat your ass when I find you!
Dean reached the second landing of the school and practically stomped to the hall on the second right. Turning into the hall, Dean drew a shaky breath. The two classrooms in the hall were both locked and the lights were off. Sam was obviously not there.
Dean started to walk back to the stairs, when he bumped into Ms. Baxter.
"Um, sorry."
"It's no problem." she said barely looking at him. She was rummaging through her coat, trying to find her keys.
"Hey, aren't you my brother's teacher?" Dean asked, taking a good look at the woman in front of him. Ms. Baxter looked up and stared at Dean for two seconds before recognition crossed her eyes.
"Sam's right?" Dean gleamed at the recognition. "Yeah, what's wrong? Why are you still here?"
"Oh, I just came to pick Sammy up, but I've been waiting outside for a good fifteen minutes. He's not usually late. Was he with you?"
"No, he left a long time ago." Dean looked around worried. Where was Sam?
"Have any idea where he went?" Ms. Baxter shook her head, no. Dean was about to say goodbye and that he was going to keep looking for him, when Ms. Baxter remembered something.
"Actually, he mentioned something about going on a camping trip for the weekend."
"This weekend?"
"Yeah, what? Please don't tell me that you aren't going on any kind of camping trip." Ms. Baxter said, covering his mouth with her hands.
"No, not this week." Dean said, his eyes wide with fear. Why would Sammy say something like that? "Did he say anything else?"
"Well, he said I was a great teacher before he closed the door behind him. I didn't think anything of it. I've only been working here for a month. I've had a lot of boys declare their love to me."
"So, he said goodbye to you? And then he just left?" She nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Baxter. I'm going to look for him now. If he comes back or you see him, grab a hold of him and call me. Make him give you my number." Dean said as he raced back to the stairs.
Sam sat in the corner, masked in tears. His face was hidden in his arms, which rested on his knees. What had he done? Why did he do this? But there was no turning back now.
