A/N: I'm so sorry for updating this late but you can blame the fact that I am on vacation and have no internet connection( ha, that rhymed). Plus I didn't notice I had any reviews so this is kind of a belated thank you to DearHart , VegasGranny, and Guest. Thanks for the response and if you have time, please leave a review.


Chapter five

Sam Winchester was having a great day. No, really the work he and his "buddies" were doing was a lot, no doubt, but it was interesting too no matter what his older sibling would say. See, Sam could hate school if he wanted to but he didn't. School was exciting beyond his classes for it was the only place he could meet up with his so called "friends". Yeah, sure he wasn't supposed to have any kind of emotional attachments and moving to a new town every few months, sometimes weeks was challenging for the aforementioned twelve, almost thirteen year old, but still. School also provided an escape from hunting and no matter how much he tried he wasn't much of a hands-on type of guy. He liked being in the backseat and thinking things through, 'cause rushing headfirst into anything wasn't going to help any situation. And when he had a plan, he was ready to take charge except that he wasn't allowed to. Not just by his dad who had his reasons, but also by Dean just because he was a control freak.

So yes, you can't really blame Sam for not liking trying to get himself killed on a regular basis. And no matter how much he protested, he was always taken along on these hunts to only sit back and watch whatever outcome. The only good part about hunting was saving people for which they were never acknowledged. And how can you actually be sure if you have in fact saved those people when you don't stick around. Not even long enough to confirm that the people they save were actually okay, mentally if not physically. What if those people couldn't handle any of it. What if those people go off the rails and start killing people for revenge because a loved one had died. And couldn't they do any of the work they did inside the law's limits? Why do everything illegally? Sam could swear that he saw his dad's picture on a wanted list in a state, and his and Dean's as missing in another. Could it be possible that the hunters were causing more harm than good?

That was the train of thought Sam was engrossed in when he heard someone call out his name. "Winchester, Samuel". Oh right, roll call. He raised his hand "present" before putting it down. Honestly couldn't middle school teachers leave middle school students alone? And they were forced to call each other "buddy" like they were preschoolers. They were just eighth graders, not stupid. Okay, maybe eighth graders could be stupid, correction: most are stupid, but they were stupid in a way that couldn't be helped. And the buddy system was introduced after a student that was wandering the halls alone was killed; the reason why the great John Winchester and co. was looking into it.

There was something going after kids everywhere in the county. But the kids that were killed weren't any kids, they were all bullies. So far a girl named Ruth was offed in a playground, Pete bit it in an alleyway, Corey in a ball pit, Justin in a museum on a school tour, and the latest victim, Polly in the school itself. So far, there was no pattern except for the fact that whatever was making this happen did it all in broad daylight. Plus, were they really bullies? They concluded this from the statements that they took from a few students and their parents. Each and every kid is a bully to someone in middle school.

All of the kids were also of varying ages from 10, 7, 8, 15 and 13. The only part of all of this that made sure that the killings weren't the work of a serial killer was that all of the places wee crowded, including the alleyway where Pete and his friends were playing hide and seek. But there were no witnesses to claim what happened, all that the people in the crowd said was that the kids were there one second and gone the next. No flash of light, no cold spots, nothing weird except 'poof'.

Sam was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the teacher's hand on his table. Nor did he register the thud of a book. He looked up only when his name was being called. He could tell by the expression on Ms. Dame's face that she was not pleased. " Samuel, I assume that you were not thinking about the answer for the equation 'if xy=6 and (x+y)=5, and (x+y)(x+y) should be?'" She said pointing at the board. Math, not his strongest subject at all though he tries. But he does like Ms. Dame , who does enjoy a joke. Except when it comes to her subject, then she's not fooling around. Sam likes that about her. You can see she's passionate about her work and tries hard, though she does have a few favourites. She's blind in one eye and usually wears a bit dark coloured glasses, but she likes to joke about her partial blindness. asked the class to call her Dorothy from day one but Sam never stuck to that. She was also one of the few teachers that students genuinely like and try to earn good grades to make her proud. And that's why Sam decides to try and answer her question, and although it might not be right he knows that would only try to correct him, without being mean.

"25," Sam answers after trying out the equation on his notebook.

"That is in fact, correct." She then proceeded to turn to the black board and write down the next equation and how to solve it. That was when there was some sort of commotion outside the class above and opposite theirs.

"I'll be right back. Until then, Martin, you're incharge," Ms. Dame said pointing to a boy with dark skin, sitting at the back that half the class swooned over. He was also one of Sam's friends but the type that waved 'hello' whenever they saw each other. Martin was a boy who likes following rules but rebels them in secret. The second was out of the class, Sam spoke up.

"Hey, Martin do you think you can let me go to the washroom?"

"I don't think, I know I can't. Heck, you know I can't"

"But it's sort of urgent. Please, I promise I'll make it up to you." Sam put on his best pleading face and hoped that it'd work.

"Fine, but just this once" It worked. Guess Dean was right. Those do work on everyone.

"Be back soon and plus, you know the rule," Martin called after him. Yes, Sam knew the loo rule. The very rule that stated that only one person is allowed to go at a time. Stupid rule, since they had a buddy system for everywhere except the washroom. Something told Sam that he wasn't going to be back for a long time. Too bad for the person who actually wanted to use the men's room.

Sam made his way out of the class and onto the stairs that would take him upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he looked closely at what was going on. The first thing he registered was a group of high schoolers looking at the scene unfolding before them. There was a girl that was sitting down, trembling. A boy was down on the floor comforting her. The older kids also looked shocked, totally not how they should look like when there's a fight going down. And there was a teen inside the classroom where whatever was happening was happening. The teen looked suspiciously liked his older brother. Oh god, that was Dean. Yep, the dirty blond hair, tall figure. Definitely Dean. And he was cradling his right hand that was now swollen. Sam knew that had to hurt. But there was only one question in his mind regarding Dean. What had he gotten into now?