A/n: Chapter four, yaaay. I know I've been late in updating it but I'm on vacation and there's no internet here(moves device around and still zero bars). Anyway, here's the fourth chapter nd I guess this fic will be around eight or so chapters?

Chapter four

That was it. The signal that Dean needed to know something was up, to do something. And he and Sammy were the only ones who could do whatever it was they were going to do. Surely it can't be as dumb as just barging in and face the demon, but that was exactly what he did. All this while he also had Sam's nagging voice begging him to create a plan. Stupid kid, sometimes Dean would give anything for Sam to grow down if possible.

Dean entered the class and looked at who, or rather what he was up against.

"Ah, , we meet again! You know I did hear of hunters in this school but you were the last person I'd expect," spoke lazily in his usual drawl.

"You know that's the exact opposite of what I usually hear 'cause I've heard that I'm somewhat of a celebrity around you monsters' hotspot," Dean retorted back cockily which he knew was an immediate mistake for for the next thing he knew, he was facing a wall, clutching his hand, the right one that he had used to break his fall, which now hurt. A few gasps were heard from the crowd that had formed outside the clssroom. He knew from the pain that was currently flaring in his arm and from experience that it was broken. That's it. This demon is going down, six feet under. No one messes with his shooting arm and gets away with it. But before any of that could happen he needed to be able to think clearly through the pain. He tried to blink it away. Demon bitch at school means demon bitch can get Sammy. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let the demon get anyone, let alone Sam.

He turned and moved towards the demon, each step sending a flare of pain up his right arm. "Son of a bitch," he grunted under his breath which kept hitching now and then due to fear which he would never admit to, ever. Today was just a bad day in a string of bad days. The guy upstairs never seemed to save any good luck for them.

"Something wrong with your hand Dean?," Rosie asked in a way that made everyone in and around the room visibly uncomfortable. "Something wrong with your ugly face bitch?" Dean shot back which earned him a hushed "now you're asking for it " from the crowd along with the sound of a punch which, he realised had come from a source very near, had him reeling back cupping his cheek which now throbbed. But holding his hand to his face meant that he'd have to remove it from his broken one and the absence of the good hand made his bad one feel worse. As if it was lessening the pain which he was pretty sure it was not. At least he didn't think so.

He was just thinking of how he was not going to give the demon any kind of satisfaction by just standing there, unarmed, when he caught sight of a teacher coming towards him and his company. , great, just exactly what he needed right now. Just one more, and they could start a band. "Nice of you to join us, Lavender.".

Lavender and Rosemary, awesome. What's next, Thyme? He thought, not giving a rat's rear end of what their names were. All he cared about was getting Sammy, then killing this thing and then getting out of here and sleeping for a week because his hand was radiating pain and the headache that was steadily developing wasn't helping. Only problem was he's only killed the things they hunt a couple of times. As enthusiastic their father was about hunting, he isn't the same about Sam or Dean shortening the lifespan of the monsters. Secretly, Dean thinks his father actually cares about stuff like preserving innocence and shit. That's one of the few areas where he doesn't get his dad. And he's pretty sure Sammy won't hurt a fly, let alone something that once used to be human. But Dean has killed before and this time, like his first kill, he might not have a choice.

He looked straight into Lavender's eyes trying to convey a message along the lines of " do ya have a death wish?" but he's pretty sure the most he managed was "my arm freaking hurts" as the Lavender bitch fucking smiled at him."What're we doing here with him? We got bigger fish to fry, better hunters to hunt," Lavender spoke for the first time in that same stern voice except this time there was a tinge of urgency to her words like they were on a time limit or something."Wait, what do you mean by better hunters? If you think there's another hunter here, you're outta your minds," Dean said, all his pain forgotten in his concern that they might find Sam. He couldn't give away the fact that his geeky little brother's in this godforsaken building, he won't.

"Oh, relax, we're not talking about that pesky little brother of yours, Rosie spoke this as if picking up on his thoughts. "We were here for someone else, we just chanced upon you."

If they were not here for him or Sam then who were they here for? Sure, he knows other hunters exist, but aside from his family, Bobby, Pastor Jim, and Caleb and his dad, he doesn't know anyone else. But another hunter also meant backup and the demons haven't found who they're talking about yet, which means that the person's still out there somewhere in the school.

So, the best Dean can hope for is that Sam hasn't heard any of the commotion here but luck never favours them for he turns to his right to inspect his hand first(which is now icily cold and hot at the same time) ad then the crowd and finds Sam there, looking horrified, and angry and maybe just a little bit exasperated which is typical Sam Winchester. That side dish of annoyance that comes with anything related to hunting is what makes Sam Sam. Come to think of it, he's actually relieved to see Sam here relatively safe and most importantly, alive.

Sam's annoyance quickly turns to concern when sees Dean's right hand and Dean sighs in return trying for a silent " 's okay" .

That's the moment Rosie chooses to announce the fact that the third hunter has arrived. The hunter whose identity Dean was itching to find out. On a whim, Sam turns around along with Dean to have a look at who will be joining the demons' hit list. There's a lot of more new additions to the crowd, a few middle schoolers and a lot of teachers but the only person that steps forward is Dorothy Dame.