(So, I was getting ready to put this chapter up and I relised I didn't like what I wrote, so I rewrote it. That's why this chapter is getting posted today and not last week like I had planned.
I really hope you like this chapter.
Thank you so much to ArtistKurai, PriWinchester, Sam. , EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester and LilyBolt for your reviews on the last chapter.
Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
I don't own Supernatural.)
Dean sighed and looked at the math book he was supposed to be copying problems out of but at that moment he really didn't care what A divided by D subtracted by Q equaled. He was too busy thinking about where the hell John was and how he was going to keep Sam safe. The teacher telling them all to put their books away made him jump a little and following suit with the other students he quickly shoved his books into his backpack and headed for the door. Making his way through the throng of students going to various places he almost didn't notice Kenny hurrying over to him.
"Hey Dean, my man!" His friend said slapping him on the back. "How are you?"
"Hey Kenny," Dean said wincing slightly at the pat on the back "I'm pretty good. What's up?"
"Nothing much, hey I'm really sorry about not being able to take you and your bro in last night but you know how family is." Kenny explained.
"Yeah, and it worked out. Rach's dad set up Sam and I up at a hotel and we're going to be moving back to our apartment just as soon as we can I'm hoping today." Dean said hoisting his bag more securely on his shoulder.
"Oh, why?" Kenny asked.
"Because I don't want to drain Mr. Bryan of all his money, that's why. Not only that but I don't want to feel like I'm in debt to anyone." Dean explained as he weaved through a small group of girls talking about some upcoming party.
"But if you feel safe there and if it's better for your brother-" Kenny started to say but Dean interrupted him.
"Look, Kenny, I'm sure you just mean well but really, I think Sam and I will be safe at our apartment, the land lady switched the locks and the cops are out looking for the person who broke in so, we'll be fine," Dean explained not noticing how Kenny eyes shifted a little when he mentioned the cops "Also, I wouldn't think of returning to the apartment if I didn't think we'd be safe." He fnished a little short tempered. Kenny held his hands up in surrender.
"Ok, ok, Jezz sorry. Anyway, I better hurry off to math. Talk to you later." Kenny waved and went back the way they had come and Dean went on his way to his American history class. It wasn't until he slid into his seat and took out his book that he relised that he and Kenny had the same math class and Kenny didn't show up to it.
"Maybe that's what he meant," Dean thought to himself "He went to talk to the teacher about missing class." Other students came in and sat down a few saying hi to him and Dean put Kenny out of his thoughts while the teacher took roll call and started talking about Amerigo Vespucci some Italian who apparently discovered America before Columbus. He had a brake after class so thinking he'd use that time to study he made his way to the library and set his backpack down on a table with a loud thud earning a glare from the librarian.
"Sorry." Dean whispered as he sat quietly down in a chair and unzipped the bag and grabbed his books and started to work on the math problems the teacher assigned for homework. An hour later he was no further along in the assignment then he was when he started it and he had to pack up to go to work. Dean heaved a sigh. He liked his job, for the most part but some days it was really boring. He did the same stuff over and over again without much change. He had just decided to start looking for another part time job and was walking by the entrance to the tunnel when he heard a scream for help coming from within. Without so much as a thought as to what might be down there Dean turned and ran in pulling a knife out of his jeans pocket in case he should meet anything unpleasant. He rounded the curve and there on the ground was a girl that Dean knew by sight but not name trembling while Mr. Hood stood over her with a gun pointed down the hallway.
"Hey!" Dean hollered at him "What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Hood looked up at Dean the gun pointed at him. While the teacher was distracted the girl got up and ran down the hall screaming that a teacher was trying to kill her.
"Mr. Winchester, it's not what it looks like." Mr. Hood said quickly.
"Yeah?" Dean asked his green eyes hard "Then why don't you tell me what it isn't?"
"I was trying to protect her from Maggie." The English teacher said Dean gawked at him.
"You mean the ghost of the tunnel?" Dean asked puzzled
"Yes, the ghost in the tunnel." Mr. Hood said "I know you probably think I'm crazy or something, but believe me Dean this tunnel is not a place to be walking." He put the gun into his briefcase and clicked it shut and started walking out passing Dean.
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked still trying to get his head around the fact that his English teacher knew about ghosts.
Mr. Hood looked at Dean puzzled "A hunter?" He asked.
"Yeah, someone who hunts and kills supernatural things." Dean clarified.
"Oh, is that what they call it now days." Mr. Hood laughed "Yeah, I guess I was. When I was younger. Retired now." Dean stared at him.
"You were a hunter?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yes, a long time ago. That's how I met my wife, but that is a story for another day Dean." Mr. Hood walked down the hall to his office but Dean hurried after him.
"Mr. Hood, wait, I have one more question." Dean said running up to him. Mr. Hood turned to look at him.
"Alright Dean if it really quick, I have some papers to grade." The teacher said.
"It is, what was in the gun? Normal bullets can't repel a ghost." Dean said.
"You've done your homework." Mr. Hood said smiling again. Dean just shrugged not wanting to bring up exactly how well he had done his homework.
"If you must know, the bullets are filled with rock salt." Mr. Hood turned to go into his office "Good Bye Dean. I'll see you tomorrow in English." He stepped through his office door and shut it. Dean turned to go but before he had taken two steps the door opened again and Mr. Hood stuck his head out.
"Oh, and Dean? Best not to say this to anyone else in the school just keep it between you and I hmm?" He asked and Dean nodded and started walking again. Who in the world would think that Mr. Hood was a hunter?
When Dean got back to the hotel Sam and Rach where already there.
"Hey Dean, guess what?" Sam said bouncing over to him the second he came in through the door.
"Oh, I don't know, the sky fell down?" Dean questioned as he slid his backpack off.
"No." Sam laughed.
"Hmm…we won a million bucks?" Dean guessed again.
"Oh I wish, but no." Sam said following Dean as Dean flopped onto the bed beside Rachelle.
"Ok Sammy, I'm all out of ideas to guess, what is it?" Dean asked.
"Elizabeth is having a birthday party and I'm invited!" Sam said happily as he jumped around the room going from the bathroom out into the main area and in between the two beds and across the foot of the beds and back into the bathroom to start the pattern all over.
"Really! That's great!" Dean smiled "When is it?"
"Thursday after next." Rach said "It's just a small group of kids from school so nothing big."
"Ok well, that should be fun Sam." Dean smiled "Now I have some news for you."
"What?" Sam asked bouncing around the hotel room.
"Once you sit your bottom down and quit hopping like a rabid rabbit I'll tell you." Dean said making both Rach and Sam laugh but Sam bounced over to one of the beds and sat down.
"We're going back home today." Dean said and that set Sam off bouncing around again.
"Sam are you fourteen or four?" Dean asked as Sam spun around the room.
"Four." Sam shot back then lost his balance and crashed down onto the ground.
"Yeah, I can tell…come on, lets pack so we can get back home before supper." Dean said shaking his head at Sam and got out his duffel bag to start packing as Rach grabbed her coat and let herself out the door.
A half hour later found Sam and Dean in their apartment picking up stuff and making a list of things they needed to replace.
"Why didn't we do this when it first happened instead of waiting for a day?" Sam asked sweeping up broken glass.
"Because I wanted us out of this place as fast as we could." Dean answered back putting dish soap and garbage bags onto a shopping list of things they'd need to get before the day was out.
"Might as well add cups, plates, and mugs to the list." Sam said dumping a dust tray of broken glass, the remains of the five plates they owned, into the dustbin.
"Ok, I'm going to go and look at the bedrooms and see if there would be anything in there that can be replaced." Dean answered as he made his way to the bedrooms pausing to write down plates as he passed the list and made his way into Sam's room. Pretty much all he'd need to replace in there was the sheets that where torn and the pillow that looked as if someone took a knife and ripped it. The book shelf could be fixed with some nails and a hammer and the school books Dean would have to pay to school since they were demolished.
"Hey Sam, can you come in here and help me put your mattress back on the bed frame?" He hollered out
"Yeah, just hold on." Sam's voice answered and from the kitchen he heard the dust pan get set down and soon after Sam came into the bedroom looking around.
"Ok, go on one end I'll go on the other on the count of three we'll lift up and set this down on the stand." Dean said as Sam went over to one side of the mattress "you got it?" Sam nodded.
"Ok, one, two-" Dean started to say.
"Wait! It is one, two, three lift or one, two lift on three?" Sam asked.
"One, two lift on three." Dean said "Ready?" He got down and grabbed the edge of it and Sam did the same on the other end.
"Ok, ready?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.
"One, two, three." Dean grunted as they lifted and pulled the mattress onto the bed frame. Dean looked around Sam's room and then looked at Sam.
"Think if I leave you in here alone you can clean up the rest of it?" Dean asked in a teasing tone as he made his way out of Sam's room and headed into his own room to get it reorganized.
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"Yes sir, the monster is back at home with the guy. He told me that they were going home today." The voice said over the phone. "No, not yet. Well it's kinda hard to get them separated, especially since that girl has been hanging around them since Christmas. Ok, yes sir. As soon as the brother is gone I'll let you know." The person hung up the phone and let out a sigh. He needed to come up with a plan.