A/N: Hey, looks like I'm actually not dead contrary to popular belief due to my crappy posting schedule. Sorry 'bout that. and I would like to thank DearHart for her review. That's it for the a/n and now I will leave you in peace to read on. Please leave a few words after you've finished the chapter. Thanks!
Dean looked up from where he was slouched on the ground. Or at least tried to but his head protested even that slight movement. So he settled for the next best thing, moving his eyes upwards to try and meet 's gaze. Unfortunately his back was turned towards him and the demon was facing Sam. Oh god Sam! He moved his head upwards with all the strength he had to spare a glance at Sammy. Dammit he cursed in his mind as he turned his neck. He could feel how his neck looked. It was probably swollen and bruised though nothing had touched it but invisible hands. He tried to swallow down his pain but then found out that swallowing hurt. Who knew such a simple task could ever be so hard. Well, atleast he could breathe properly. Sort of.
Flicking his eyes at Sam he gave him a curt, silent nod conveying what he was goingv to do. Sam tried to return the gesture best as he could with a slight widening of his eyes that suggested don't do this, Dean unless you wanna be killed again after the demon bastard kills you. Well he was going to follow through with his plan. But for that he had to first get up. He looked at his target and placed both his hands, then pushed upward. He let out a yelp that went unheard due to all the various noses in the room. Pain rocketed through his left arm and he brought it close it his chest. He had totally forgotten about that broken hand. Hindsight.
Mentally shaking his head, he got to his feet quite unsteadily but then straightened. He glanced around the room for any sort of a big and powerful weapon for his knife just wasn't going to cut it. 'Course they were in a classroom so he had the luxury of choosing between a wide array of chairs. He picked the closest one and silently thanked the other hunter, what was her name, Dorothy?, for keeping the demon bitch busy. She must have caught on to his plan and was now circling the room with Ms. Baker's sights on her and away from Dean. He made a drinking expression with his four fingers closed and thumb pointed to his mouth and pointed at the demon in front of who he was guessing was one of Sam's teachers. It looked she understood so he then signed at the count of three.
Dean picked up the chair closest to him with one hand and rushed forward as fast as his tumbling legs would take him. His arm throbbed to the steps he was taking but he then made it over to Rosie and swung the chair hard. The resound 'crack' was also reassuring and he turned his body around to check Dorothy's progress. She had indeed thrown holy water at the demon after the bitch was confused by Dean's actions. He then quickly turned back around to face Sam who was trying to stand. Belatedly, Dean gave him his good arm and pulled Sam to his feet. Without warning his brother threw his arms around him,hugging him, and Dean was going to snark at Sam with something like 'Dude, P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L space' but instead gasped in pain as Sam accidentally pushed at his left arm.
Sam made one of those concerned faces that made him look like he was constipated or something. "Dean your arm"
" 'S fine Sammy," He tried reassuring but deep down knew that won't work.
"It looks like it's broken," Sam didn't sound like he was gonna give up anytime soon.
"Gee, thanks for the diagnosis Florence"
"I'm serious, Dean it looks bad" And then Sam tried to meet his older sibling's eyes but then paused at the neck region."Oh god! He never even touched you. How'd that happen? But wait, what if demons can do much more than that?"
The question hung in the air as Dean tried to focus on anything but Sammy almost dying and the pain in his arm and neck. He blinked suddenly feeling dizzy not knowing why. Oh, he must have hit his head while he was too busy fulfilling his role of being the demon's hackysack. Good to know. He vision had just cleared when Sam spoke.
"Dean," He pointed at the once fallen Rosie who was now trying to get up with a few upgrades. One: the murderous rage in his eyes and Two: the knife he was now brandishing, Dean's knife that he must've dropped at some point.
Sam warned Dean just in time. But turns out he didn't really need to do that, His math teacher was on the guy at once with the holy water. She then turned to face the other monster splashing her with the water too while Ms. Dame kept a ridiculous expression on he face. This went on a few times and Sam knew she would be out of holy water soon. Unless one of the demons killed her first. Oh god, that's what they are. Demons. Those things are DEMONS. Sam had only known about demons by eavesdropping on Dean and dad talk about it. He has never seen a demon in his life, let alone fight one. They needed a plan and it could absolutely not involve any kind of winging it. He angled his head to face Dean and passed the silent message of needing a plan. Dean shook his head no then winced which led to Sam figuring he must've hit his head somewhere. Even better.
Wait. It's not the 1800s. And Dean, for all of his primitive relations with technology, had a phone! Sam must've looked like he just came up with the blueprint for a flying car 'cause Dean looked at him funny.
"What d'ya got?"
"You have a phone," Sam provided helpfully.
"Yeah, so? I texted dad earlier and he didn't reply which means he's busy" Dean whisper-shouted the last word and Sam wondered how long Dean had known about this development. Long enough for him to have texted dad.
" Try calling him,"
"And risk killing him?" Dean had a point but it didn't trump the fact that they were in a hopeless situation. Dad had always asked them to call only if it was an emergency. And he was pretty sure this was an emergency.
"We are the ones at risk of getting killed right now"
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm gonna call him."
Sam focused on his math teacher in front of him while Dean made a quick phone call to their dad who for once actually picked up. How amazing was this though. His math teacher was a hunter. And Sam was ninety-nine percent sure that she was a retired one at that too. A hunter who had a life outside of hunting. Maybe he too, could be something else, someone else. He didn't have to be known as Sam Winchester the hunter. He could be known as Sam Winchester, the archaeologist maybe. Sam Winchester the marine biologist. Whatever he would be, he was pretty sure it would beat hunting any day.
Dean had almost finished glossing over the details with dad when Sam noticed something was off. Terribly. Oh, Ms. Dame had run out of holy water. The female demon who looked more like a ghost recovered first and removed the phone from Dean's hands. His brother whipped around, startled and then stared at the demon as if trying to kill it with his eyes.
"It's playtime, hunters," The demon snarled.
