SAM'S POV

The next morning I wake up and see Dean getting dressed. I stand up, and get dressed. I walk out of our room and walk down the hall. I knock on Rachel's door, and don't get a response. I open the door and look in, and see Rachel sleeping with her back towards the door.

I shut the door, and walk back into me and Dean's room. He looks at me.

"Where's Rachel?" he asks.

"I'm gonna let her sleep in." I reply. He nods.

"Poor kid. I can't believe she's got panic disorder." he says. I nod.

"I know. I feel so bad for her." I say. He agrees.

"Well, hey, we can help her through them." Dean says. I nod.

****

We have been in the Impala for about 4 hours. It's about 2 in the morning, and Rachel fell asleep about 45 minutes ago in the back seat. I hear her steady breathing.

Suddenly, it quickens. It gets faster, and I don't know if Dean notices. She turns on her side in the backseat so her back is towards me. I turn and look at her hands which have flown to her face as she curls into a ball.

I hit Dean on the arm. He looks at me, and i point my thumb towards Rachel. He looks in the rearview mirror, and then back at me. He nods. He looks back at the road. I turn around in my seat, and look at Rachel.

"Rach?" I say. Her breathing gets even faster. I look at Dean.

"Pull over." I mouth. He nods. He pulls over, and i get out. I open the back door, and sit Rachel up. I get in, and put her head in my lap.

Dean starts driving again, and I notice that she's crying.

"Shh, it's okay." I say. Again, her hands go to her face. I pull them off, and put my hand on her forehead. "Don't crowd yourself." I say. She nods slightly, and grabs my hand. I use the hand on her forehead, and run my fingers through her hair.

"Shh, it's okay." I say. She cries more, squeezing my hand tightly.

She starts hyperventilating, and shaking. I continue to comb my fingers through her hair.

"Okay, Rachel, I need you to breathe, the key is to breathe, Rach." I say. She still hyperventilates. "I need you to breathe, Rachel. You have to breathe."
"Oh, God, Sammy!" she says, terrified. I lean down, and kiss her forehead.

"Shh, it's okay, Rach, it's okay." I say. "Just talk to me, okay? Focus on me, just me. Listen to my voice, alright?" I say. She starts to calm down.

****

About 10 or 15 minutes later, Rachel is asleep in my lap. We make it to Philadelphia and rent a motel room. I carry Rachel inside, and put her down on one of the beds. She stirs a little, but doesn't wake up.

****

The next day, Dean and I find a case early in the morning.

RACHEL'S POV

I wake up the next morning, and Sam and Dean are already dressed. I get some clothes from my duffel and change in the bathroom. Then I walk back out, and Sam and Dean look at me.

"Okay, we need to talk." Dean says. I nod, and sit on the bed.

"What's up?" I ask. Dean looks at Sam, Sam looks at Dean, and then they both look back at me.

"A long time ago, we helped this guy who worked at a school with a demon problem. And now the demons are back at the school. So, we're gonna go there. But we need your help. It's a middle school, and we need you to pretend you're a new student. We've got it all worked out with him, and he's gonna get you in there." Sam explains. I sigh, but nod, because I want to help my brothers.

****

Three days later, I'm in homeroom as a new student. Sam is the substitute History teacher, and Dean is the gym teacher. I just so happen to have class with both of them. :D

The bell rings, and I ask the teacher where 223 is. She points me in the right direction, and I start to walk towards period 1 Science.

****

After 5 periods of being introduced as "The New Student Gina" (have to use a fake name, so I chose that one), I head off to lunch. I grab my plastic bag out of my new locker, and smell sulfur. I look around, but the hallway is full, so it's hard to determine who's a demon.

I start to walk down the hall, when I hear someone behind me, calling me by my fake name. I turn around, and see Sam. He's going by the name Mr. Brown.

"Yes, Mr. Brown?" I ask, trying not to laugh at his attire. Dress shirt, tie, khakis, and loafers. He looks like a complete and total NERD.

"May I see you in my room for a minute?" he asks. I nod. I walk towards him, and follow him into the classroom. I see Dean in a gym uniform, and laugh as Sam closes the door. He pulls the shade down on the window that shows into the hallway. I take a seat at the desk next to Dean.

"Hey, did you smell that sulfur?" I ask. Sam nods.

"No, I've been in the gym teaching dodgeball." Dean says. I chuckle.

"Believe me, you're gonna get HELL when you have me in class, Dean." I say. He shakes his head, smiling.

"Go easy on me, okay?" he asks, smiling slightly. I shake my head.

"Never. You decided to wear shorts, so you must SUFFAH!" I exclaim. He chuckles.

"So, how's your first day?" Sam asks.

"So far, so good. But what do we do about the sulfur?" I ask. Sam shrugs.

"See what happens I guess." He says. I nod.

"Okay." I reply. "Hey, can I eat lunch in here? I'm afraid I'll have to eat alone." I say. They nod.

"Yeah of course." Sam says. I take my lunch out, and start to eat. Sam, Dean and I discuss about the demons, and what to do if we see one. My demon killing knife is in my boot, so...yeah.

Soon lunch is over, and I have math. So I walk into math, and the teacher eyes me like I'm evil. As if he...knows me. And most demons know Sam and Dean, or so they tell me. Maybe the demons are keeping tabs on the guys, and now they know about me. SHIT.

All throughout Math class, I see the teacher looking at me whenever he isn't talking to the class.

After Math, I have gym. This should be fun. :)

****

"Good afternoon, class. I am Mr. Johnson. I will be replacing Mr. Gunt for a while, and today, we are going to be playing kickball." Dean says.

I look at him, and notice something. MWAHAHAHA.

"Uh, Mr. Johnson?" I say with hatred in my voice. I obviously don't hate him, but I wanna give him a hard time today just to piss him off.

"Yes?" he asks, looking at me with a face that says, 'Don't screw with me in front of all these people, Rach!'. I try not to smile.

"Yeah, you're shorts are on backwards." I say. The whole class snickers. Dean glares at me and I smirk.

"I'll see you after school." he says, trying to be intimidating. I smirk again.

"Oh my. I'm SOO scared." I say sarcastically. The kids in the class snicker again, and Dean glares once more. MWAHAHAHA.

****

After gym, I have history with Sam. I walk up the stairs, and see Sam outside the classroom. He sees me, and suddenly I am on the ground. I look up at the kid who tripped me, and he kicks me hard in my side.

"Hey new girl." he says. Sam grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him away. I stand up, and grab my stuff. I walk into Sam's class, after nodding at him to signal I'm okay.

****

After class, I walk back to my locker. I start to walk out of school and towards the Impala, when I'm tripped again. As I'm about to stand up, the same guy kicks me in the ribs. I fall to my side, and try to block my mid-section. He kicks me in the face, and then grabs me by my hair.

"Hey, Winchester." he says, and his eyes flash black. SHIT. He slams me in the eye with his fist, and I shout.

"SAM! DEAN!"

DEAN'S POV

I start to walk out the front door and around the school towards the car, and hear Rachel.

"SAM! DEAN!"

I run towards the sound, and Sam follows. We run around the back of the school and see two guys beating the shit out of Rachel with black eyes.

RACHEL'S POV

Sam and Dean try to come over to me, but are interrupted when a man in a trench coat appears and kills the demons by putting his hands on their heads. I fall to my side and curl up into a ball and black out.

****

Once I come to, I'm lying in a bed with a bandage on my arm where the one demon cut me. was I kidnapped or something? I scream. Sam rushes in, and kneels next to me. I start sobbing.

"Where am I? What happened? Who was th-" I start, but Sam shushes me and hugs me tightly.

"It's okay, he's a friend." he says. I start to sob into his chest. I'm not even sure why I'm crying, I just am. He rubs my back, and it helps me calm down a little bit. I stop crying eventually, and Sam asks me if I want to come downstairs because he bought some lunch. I nod, and walk into the other room with Sam.

Dean is sitting and eating and the guy in the trench coat is sitting next to him. Sam leads me over to the table, and I sit across from Dean while Sam takes some food out of a plastic bag. He hands me a BLT.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" Dean asks.

"My whole body aches, but I'll live." I say. Dean nods. He looks at the guy in the trench coat.

"This is our friend, Castiel. We call him Cas." Dean says. I look at Cas.

"How did you kill those demons?" I ask.

"I'm an angel." he says. I nod. Suddenly I can feel the panic coming over me.