author's note: just so you know, first ,(horribly titled) fanfic, all mistakes are mine, none of the characters except the OC's are mine, etc. I know not much happens in this chapter, but bear with me because I promise it will get better.
Sammy got out of the car,slamming the door as he ran towards the school. 'Careful with my Baby,' Dean called after him getting out of the car himself too. 'It's not yours,' Sam retorted to which Dean added a 'yet'. "Now go on, get to class," Dean told Sam who ran to his classroom on the first floor. This school was a lot different from the other ones they had been in. For starters the ground floor held the rooms for the drama, dance, music, art and sports departments while the first floor had all the classes for middle school and the second floor had the classes for the high school.
Dean checked his watch which said 8:57. Three minutes were all that were left between him and his reaching class late. He started towards the first flight of stairs and then the second. Dean walked into class triumphantly, for he had made it to class with a minute to spare. He removed his textbooks from his bag , then set all of them on his desk. After separating his English textbook from the pile, he put all of the other books in his bag. Suddenly, everyone around him looked up. Doing the same, he learned that they had a substitute teacher for English that day. The sub swept his eyes around the class and locked gazes with everyone for a second. He then proceeded to sit down on his chair with a condescending smile.
"My name is M"
Dean never caught the words that came out next from the sub's mouth for he was too busy looking at his eyes. His eyes that glinted. His eyes that shone black. 'Think of a plan, Dean,' he mentally chided himself. Okay. He had some salt in his bag and holy water in a second water flask. Couple that with the knife he had hiding in his sock, he was good to take down this sonovabitch. Now the only thought conflicting in his mind was whether he should call dad or not. And what about Sammy? "Ester. ," Dean immediately returned his attention to the scene unfolding before him. Great. If the demon didn't have enough reason to hate him before , he's pretty sure being a lousy student would do it.
" , care to share with the class what fairytale you were cooking up in that skull of yours?". " Uhh, sorry Mr. uhh," glancing back at the board, he replied ,"Rosemary. Umm, can I get a hall pass. I really need to look into better food options.". " I don't know, can you?" There it was. The reply he hadn't heard in quite a few schools now. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Yes or no? Fucking teachers. " I think I can?" Dean answered to a very obviously disgruntled te- no, demon. He held in a sigh when Rosie finally let him go. He paced a few steps of the boy's washroom. The journey till there had been quite uneventful except for that staff member he accidentally knocked down(and apologised to). The only unusual thing about her was the fact that she was wearing really dark coloured lenses with her spectacle frame but that was a trend nowadays. Keeping that in mind he decided on telling his dad after school.
Unless something happened while school was on. Then it would be his fault and oh god he can't be responsible for so many deaths. Although he has seen a lot of dead bodies in his life than anyone should have in seven lives, he still couldn't bear to see anymore of those blank faces. Especially not if those faces consisted of his classmates. Even if they were all douche bags. And plus, he also had Sam to think about. So he decided to text his dad, who may or may not know how to use a phone for purposes other than calling. Nothing can go wrong, right? It's only five more hours of hell. He'll survive.
Oh, who was he kidding he thought. Basic principle of horror movies. Never take things too lightly. He had to be wary, which he will after he gets back to class, hopefully to see Rosie gone.
