-1Sam was forced to stay behind when his last class finished. His teacher was professor Adkins so, he had to do the detention there. He also had another 15 mins to his detention time. He sat in silence often staring up at the professor, he had to be in it. He was new and really the only real clue that Sam and Dean had. Sam tapped his fingers on the desk, he was thinking whether he should confront him or wait. Sam thought about this for 5 minutes before he felt the urge to say something. Sam stood up and looked at Adkins, much hate in his eyes.

"What's wrong Samuel?" Adkins asked looking up from marking the classes papers.

"You're the one aren't you" Sam accused, he usually didn't do anything like this without Dean but he didn't care.

"I'm the what?" Adkins said in a completely calm voice.

"The one who's been taking them, the other kids."

"I'm not! I swear that to you now… Wait, you thought I was taking the kids what ever gave you that idea?"

"Well the phone call, only just arriving at this school for six weeks and not knowing your way around . And that's the time the kidnaps began" Sam explained.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not even a teacher." Sam's eyes widened, he even acted like a teacher.

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Dean woke, feeling light headed and dizzy. He knew as soon as he opened his eyes that he wasn't In the library, and by the fact that his hands were bound to a large metal post. He looked widely around and spotted someone a little further off, being Dean, he called out.

"Hello?" He heard something, someone moving around, though they might have been tied up. He couldn't see because of how dark it was, It reminded him of one of the other schools basement where they kept the boiler room.

"Hello, who's there?" He called again.

"Hello, who are you? Where am I? Have you come to help me?" Came a young girls voice. Dean quickly thought about the questions before answering.

"My name's Dean, as far as I can tell we're in a boiler room, and I would like to say yes to your last question but I'm a little tied up at the moment, who are you?" Dean replied.

"I'm Sarah."

"No way, Sam's friend right?"

"Um which Sam?"

"Sam Winchester"

"Yeah, how'd you know."

"Um his my baby brother, Michelle and him have both been looking for you. Now Sarah, do you know who's behind this?" Dean asked to the person concealed by darkness. As he asked the question, the door to the basement door flew open. And the only reply to his answer was.

"Your about to find out Dean"

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"You work with the police?" Sam asked amazed at the professor, who wasn't a professor.

"That's right, they made me work on this case. Undercover so that I'd find the culprit, I was going to use you as bait. Sorry about that" Adkins answered, watching Sam as he shrugged.

"No big, my Dad's used me for bait once before." Sam answered, half grimacing at the memory. It wasn't pleasant. Adkins seemed astounded at hearing this, Sam shook his head.

"Don't worry, you wouldn't understand. You see, I really have to find who's behind this. It's kind of the reason we came here." Adkins nodded, listening intensely to Sam.

"Do you know anything that might help me out Samuel?" Adkins asked.

"No, only that we thought it was you. Well the person would have at least have been here for 10 or so weeks cause that's when the disappearances started. I thought that maybe you had an accomplice or something but I guess I was wrong. Do you think you know who it is?" Sam asked wanting to know what Adkins knew.

"Not much more then you I'm afraid, all the disappearances appeared after school. Though the children were still in school, so it had to be a teacher" Sam was thinking as he listened to Adkins talk, he suddenly thought of something.

"Dean, we have to find Dean. He would be the only other kid here now, please we have to go"

"Wait who's this Dean?"

"My brother, he's working at the library" Adkins hopped off the teachers desk.

"Okay lets go then."

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Dean waited in the pitch dark, listening to the sound of growing foot steps. Suddenly they stopped right in front of him, a torch came on and shined into his face, the person who held the torch was none other then…Gwen??

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