Chapter 23. Sleep Time
Sam ate another mouth full of his lunch while he studied Stacey. Every once and awhile she would look around the room nervously and she had hardly eaten any of her food.
"Is anything wrong Stacey?" Daniel asked, voicing Sam's own thoughts.
Stacey looked back at the two young boys in front of her with a shocked expression, "What?" she asked, "Umm … no everything is fine."
"You do look kind of distracted," Sam pointed out.
"No really I'm okay … seriously," she replied, forcing herself to calm down a little bit. It was hard though, not knowing how Dean's little mission was going.
Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically, "If you're sure. Hey what's up with your brother? I thought Jay and Dane hated each other."
"They do."
"Doesn't look like it," Daniel responded, using his fork to point towards Dane's table.
Sam and Stacey turned to see where Daniel was pointing to.
"What's going on with you and Dane anyway? He's your boyfriend isn't he?" Sam asked
Stacey turned back to look at Sam, "You two sure are nosy aren't ya?"
"We're thirteen. We're supposed to be curious," Daniel told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right I'm sorry, how silly of me." Stacey rolled her eyes.
"Well?" Daniel pushed.
Stacey sighed, "If you must know. It's over and I plan to tell him as soon as I get the chance."
Daniel pushed his glasses back up his nose and smiled at Stacey, "I bet you like Dean don't ya?"
"Oh my God," Sam groaned, putting his fork down.
"Yeah … I like Dean."
"No I mean like … you know, like that."
Stacey laughed, "You're worse than nosey."
"Well?"
"Dean and I are just friends."
"If you say so," Daniel shrugged his shoulders and went back to his food.
Stacey shook her head at the kid's persistence then turned around to scan the room once again and saw that while she had been busy answering the nosey boys questions Mr. Graham and Mr. Taylor had slipped out of the room.
Panic suddenly overrode her system and she silently hoped that this didn't mean trouble for Dean because if he got caught she wasn't sure what she was going to do.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked when he saw the change in her posture.
She looked back at the youngest Winchester and nodded quickly, "Yeah Sam, I'm fine. Excuse me for a minute." Stacey stood up and quickly made her way over to Miss Northam, all the while trying to think of what to say.
"Ma'am, could I run upstairs and get that book I had told you about?" she asked remembering the book the teacher had asked about a few weeks before.
"Can't you get it after lunch?"
"I don't wanna forget to bring it down for you and knowing me, I probably will … please?" she pleaded.
"Oh alright but be quick."
"Thank you," Stacey thanked her and ran off before the teacher could say anything else.
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Dean felt himself being dragged out from under the desk by his t-shirt, to stand in front of Mr. Graham. Mr. Taylor came around the desk to stand on the other side of Dean.
"What the hell are you doing in here Winchester?" Mr. Taylor asked him angrily, "I think I was pretty clear that you weren't allowed in here!"
"Oh is that what you meant? …" Dean began but was suddenly shoved back against the wall. He winced as his head connected with a painting that was hanging there. Mr. Graham snatched the piece of paper; he still had, out of his hands.
"Unusual shopping list you have there," Dean grunted as his smart mouth remarks earned him another hard shove into the wall.
"Shut up!" Mr. Taylor growled.
"Where's the book?" Mr. Graham asked him.
"What book?" Dean asked innocently
Mr. Graham grumbled and bent down to take a look at Dean's hiding space. He saw that the black leather book was on the floor under the desk where Dean had left it when he had been dragged out. The old man bent down and picked up the book and turned back to Dean.
"How much do you know about us?" Mr. Graham asked as Dean was still held up against the wall by Joe Taylor's strong grip.
Dean hesitated. He wasn't sure whether lying or telling the truth would work more to his advantage.
"Answer me boy!"
He opted for the truth since he pretty much figured that they knew he knew too much anyway, "I know enough and I can tell you one thing … you aren't getting my brother."
"Oh yeah," Mr. Taylor's face wore a sneer as he pressed in closer to Dean, "What are you gonna do about it boy?"
"I'm just warning you now … you go near my brother and you'll be sorry." Dean's eyes were unwavering as they locked on Mr. Taylor's.
"Rodney!" Mr. Graham called Mr. Taylor as he saw the man and teenager stare each other down, "Lock him away until we decide what we want to do with him." Graham ordered, walking over to the bookcase, removing a few books and pulling out a bottle and rag.
Dean's eyes left Mr. Taylor's/Rodney's to look at Mr. Graham walking back. He saw the bottle in the old man's hand and knew that his time was just about to go from bad to worse.
"What are you doing?" Dean demanded.
"Sorry Mr. Winchester but we have to ensure that you are quiet. You're just going to sleep for a little while."
He noticed Mr. Taylor's head turn to look at the other possessed man and Dean saw his chance.
"Like Hell," Dean said, closing his eyes and quickly head butting the man holding him to the wall, he got the desired effect as the possessed teacher let go and grabbed his head. Dean didn't have time to grab his own sore forehead as he raced for the door only to feel someone barrel into him, sending both of them to the ground. Dean was spun around and held down by a very pissed off looking Mr. Taylor. It wasn't really a shock since possession gave people extra strength but it didn't stop the young hunter from trying to dislodge the man that was now on top of him and had his hands restrained above his head.
Dean brought his knee up and connected with the teacher's groin. He smiled as he realized possessed or not that area of the male anatomy would get you every time. Knowing he didn't have much time before he was attacked again he stood up and rushed back over to the door and just had his hand on the doorknob when he felt someone grab him from behind and place a cloth over his nose and mouth.
It smelt sickly sweet and it only took him a couple of seconds to realize what was smothered on the cloth. He clamped his mouth shut best he could with the hand holding the cloth to it and held his breath but renewed his struggles.
He had been so intent on getting out of the room that he misjudged just how close Mr. Graham had been and he hadn't been too thrilled with the idea of taking on two possessed adults. One, he had a chance against. Two would be stretching it. He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid, as he struggled in the old man's hold as best he could.
"Rodney, get over here and help me hold him. He's a tough one," Mr. Graham ordered as he struggled to hold the fighting teen.
Dean felt another pair of strong arms on him and tried to fight harder. He needed to get out and warn Stacey and Sam. He needed oxygen but knew if he took in a breath he wouldn't last long but the only problem was that he wasn't going to last much longer without oxygen.
Finally Dean's oxygen deprived lungs couldn't handle it any longer and he involuntarily opened his mouth and took a breath and immediately smelt the chloroform. His head started to spin and he could feel his limbs already starting to relax, but still he tried to break free, albeit sluggishly.
Rodney sighed in relief as the kid slowly started to lose his ability to fight them. From his position in front of Dean he could see the boy's panicked green eyes start to slide close and then flutter open again. He had to admit that the boy was a fighter.
Finally both teachers felt the Winchester boy's body relax and Rodney watched as his eyes finally slid closed and stayed that way. Mr. Graham held on tighter as Dean became a dead weight in his arms. He held the chloroform soaked cloth against Dean's nose and mouth for a minute longer before taking it away.
"What now Pierce?" Rodney asked the spirit possessing Mr. Graham's body.
"Take him upstairs and lock him in the teacher's closet until we can decide what to do with him."
Pierce released Dean's body entirely over to Rodney and walked over to the book case and replaced the bottle and cloth behind some old books.
Rodney threw Dean's unconscious form over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, "Make it fast Rodney, while everyone's still eating lunch. We can't afford for anyone else to find out."
"Yes Sir," Rodney shifted Dean on his shoulders a little and then headed out the door.
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Stacey walked out into the foyer and went to head straight for the office when she head the door open so she quickly ducked into the recreation room and hid around the door jam.
She looked on as the door opened and Mr. Taylor walked out with something slung over his shoulder. On closer inspection she realized that the lump that was hanging off the man's shoulder was Dean.
She stopped herself from gasping out loud as she saw that Dean was clearly unconscious. This had been exactly what she had been worried about.
As soon as Stacey heard Mr. Taylor reach the top of the stairs Stacey cautiously stepped out of the recreation room and followed him upstairs. Upon reaching the 2nd floor she was just in time to see Mr. Taylor and his unconscious burden disappear through the door to the teacher's rooms.
She took a couple more quiet steps into the room when she heard a noise come from behind her. She spun around and her heart nearly jumped into her throat when she saw Mr. Graham standing there.
"What are you doing up here Miss Dalesfed?"
"I … umm … I had to get a book for Miss Northam," she explained to him trying to stumble over her words as less as possible.
"Now?"
"Miss Northam said I could quickly get it for her." Stacey shoved her hands in her jean pockets so he couldn't see them trembling.
Mr. Graham gave an irritated sigh, "Very well then. Hurry up."
Stacey didn't need to be told twice. She raced through the door to the girls area and then into her room. She quickly searched for said book, hoping that she had remembered to bring it along.
It didn't take long for her to find it and she took a few steady breaths before heading back out to the upstairs foyer area where Mr. Graham was still waiting for her.
"Found it." She waved the book in the air for the old man to see.
"Good, get going back downstairs." Stacey glanced quickly to where she had seen her friend disappear.
She knew that there was no-way she would be able to help him at that very moment. She just hoped that he would be alright until she could get back up there.
Stacey turned back to Mr. Graham, nodded and then walked past him and down the stairs breathing a huge sigh of relief that she hadn't gotten her self caught along with Dean. At least there was still a little bit of hope.
TBC ...
Okay well Dean's day just keeps getting better and better :-P I hope to see you soon :-)