Chapter six
A/n: I'm reaaalllly sorry about the delay but real life decide to pop in for a visit. And I also know that this is a short chapter but I promise I'll post a longer one soon. (Btw, any season 14 theories anyone?)
Sam had no idea what expect from the big bad( Sam guessed it was the big bad because he was standing with Dean in the room, but otherwise he had no idea who he was) when he mentioned another hunter. Was he talking about Sam? Was he messing around? Or was there actually someone else, because he was pretty sure that the man inside knew what Dean was, but not who. Sam then internally cursed himself for not turning sooner to look at the person coming forward because there was no way he was letting his math teacher die today, supernatural cause or not. But Ms. Dame was smart and she acted like she knew what she was stepping into so Sam let her step towards the classroom.
Wait, hadn't the other person said something about another hunter. Was Ms. Dame a hunter or just trying to do something about this situation? Sam really hoped it was the former but before he could think any further he realised that he had blurted it out.
"What was that Sam?" Ms. Dame questioned.
Sam decided to ask her after weighing his options. " You're a hunter?"
" No," Then she turned around to face the threat in the room. Sam's heart fell but then rose in quick succession as Ms. Dame continued talking. " I'm the hunter. Hello villain of this fairy-tale. Mind telling the class what you are?"
" Ooh, she thinks she's funny," the mentioned villain spoke. Sam caught sight of this guy for the first time. He had slick black hair that was combed neatly. But his expression revealed malice. This guy was pure evil but also looked like, to put it in simple words, a douche bag. He chuckled lightly despite the situation at how much his brother was rubbing off on him. Dean must've caught it.
" What'cha thinking 'bout Sammy?"
As if sensing Dean moving about just then, the man( whose name he still didn't know) flung him around across the room without moving at all. Just like that he waved a hand and his brother was ten feet from where he was previously standing. And now his full attention was on Dean again. The man turned around to face Dean and held him against the wall, again, without moving at all. His mind was working now thinking of various things this man could be but Ms. Dame beat it to him.
" Leave him alone, it's me you want," She said. Sam looked over at Dean and he did not look surprised at all.
"Yes, it is," The man replied. He looked vaguely familiar, like someone from their school. Maybe one of the teachers in this so called 'fine establishment'.
"Well then, are we gonna do this all day?"
" No, just long enough for me to enjoy it" Having said that much, the bad guy here pulled her forward using that trick with his hand like he had done with Dean. He then threw her too against the wall beside his brother.
"Hey," Dean exclaimed, turning his head to face Ms. Dame. "What took you so long?"
"Oh, nothing. Just the usual 'wait for trouble because it certainly won't wait for you' kinda stuff"
"Wait do you guys know each other?" Sam asked them because it did seem by their banter like they do know each other. But asking turned out to be a mistake for now the man had eyes on him too. So he moved to the front of the crowd and not surprisingly, no one stopped him.
"Oh yeah, we're hallway buddies," Dean responded to Sam's question. "Aren't we, Dottie?"
"Dorothy. And Sam, mind telling me what you're doing not doing in class?"
"I.. uhhh,"
"He's my brother," Dean filled in for him. "And don't worry, he's a hunter too."
"Hey!" The bad guy spoke. "You do know I'm still here or have you forgotten me already?" But before either Dean or Ms. Dame could respond, probably with a sarcastic comment, the man held his hand in front of his face and was making a fist which was clearly hurting the both the hunters. But Sam's sole focus was on Dean who was making awful choking noises.
"Stop it! You're hurting them," Sam yelled out before he could stop himself from drawing anymore attention.
The man kept his hand facing Dean and Ms. Dame and turned. "Well wouldn't that go against what I want to do," The man then nodded and nodded in the direction of a woman in the edge of the crowd who then stared at Sam and raised her hand at him.
Immediately all the air rushed out from Sam's lungs. It felt as though someone was squeezing his lungs and then deep frying it. All Sam could think of was that it burned. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two things. One: his math teacher had somehow removed a shotgun and was trying to fire it at the man which meant that the man was focused at her; and two: Dean had passed out and was now slumping forward on the floor in a sitting position.
Oh crap.
