Sam had no idea what to do. His brother was on he floor and Sam had still been holding onto Dean's clothes. He looked around, trying to find something he could use as a weapon. One of the demons was in front of him and tried to pull Dean away. He was scared. Very. But he was also determined. Very. He realised that he'd like his father to see what unfolds now. That he was not a wuss like he'd often been termed as. There were chairs and tables all around but Sam could never lift any of those and take a swing at anyone.
Then he remembered that he had an awesome holy water weilding teacher who did more than just solve quadratic equations and give him Bs in math. He wasn't the best at calculations. But he will get better someday. At least he hoped to. Dean had always been better at math and science while Sam excelled in languages and social sciences.
"Ms. Dame!" He shouted just as the demon in front of him grabbed him by the collar. His teacher turned to look at him just that second and Sam ducked as she threw a knife at the demon. The knife caught the demon on its arm though and it hissed a bit.
"Hunters." The demon was definitely angry now. Sam tried to shift away from the demon in vain. But something didn't add up. Sam had never been told about demons but he had snooped around a bit at Bobby's. The library there was heaven and he remembered an important piece of information. Demons had never needed permission to enter someone's body. If that was the case then what was the creature behind him?
"You're not a demon." Sam said, shell-shocked. It sounded truer than it had in his head, now that it ws out in the open.
"No I'm not, Samuel Winchester. I'm not as evil as you think," The not-demon said in a voice that was more evil than could be. Sam had always hated being called Samuel. His own name sounded foreign to his own ears. No one he could remeber had ever called him Samuel, it was always Sam. Except for his father and at times annoying brother. Then it was Sammy.
Oh god! Dean! He looked down to see whether Dean was alright when he saw that there was empty air when minutes ago that place had been filled by his brother. Panic flooded him. Where was Dean?
All of a sudden, the hand on his neck disappeared and Sam's feet once again touched the ground. Ms. Dame rushed to fight the not-demon on the ground and Sam turmed to see his brother. Dean was here. Usually that signalled hope and safety but now it was more ominous. Dean was holding his arm like it was his lifeline and his face was marred by bruises. But there was a hint of a smile on there. Sam wanted to hug his brother more than anything but then thought of how his father would disapprove. Eyes on the fight. Emotions later. He wished once again that his father were here, though for a different reason. If Dean had contacted dad a while ago then dad could be on his way here. The day would be saved and everyone could go home.
Ms. Dame was still wrestling the embodiment of evil now but she was failing in overpowering it. Dean retrieved his knife, the one that had been thrown from Ms. Dame's hands minutes ago and joined the fight. The not-demon was strong. It kicked Ms.Dame in the stomach once and it stood up, Dean not being too much of a competition for it. His brother threw around a few punches but with one working arm a lot of damage couldn't be done. The not-demon kept recovering and there wasn't a single mark on it's skin. It almost seemed as of the creature was getting bored. Dean must've thought he same because he stopped his fruitless attack and stood there for a second.
A second was all it needed and the not-demon pulled his arm back and wemt for a punch. Dean tried to sidestep but was caught in his stomach. He doubled over but recovered. His brother had now changed tactics and had started again with the Christos. In this while, Ms. Dame had joined the fight back again.
Sam, unsure how to help, went and picked up a steel ruler from a corner in the class. It was heavier than he expected but it was a weapon, nevertheless. Coming up behind two other not-demons, he swung it at the head of one of them.
Useless. Both him and the ruler. It struck the not-demon's skin and cut it making blood flow but healed a second later and did nothing better than garner it's atention. Along with it's friend's. He backed up as much as he could but ended up in a corner.
"Dean!" Sam didn't want to ask for help but he would love having help. Dean wouldn't be much of a help wih one broken arm but it would be better than Sam facing those things alone.
"Oh shit! Sammy, DUCK!" He could hear his brother yelling and Sam did as asked. The knife struck one of the things in the chest but it simply pulled it out. There was a soft glow where the knife had been a second ago before it closed. Great, now the not-demon was armed and after him. Dean ran to tackle the not-demons and ended up in the corner next to Sam. The things had used their powers. He heard Dean whimper beside him and swallow convulsively though if asked later, Dean would never admit it.
"Hey..." Sam started but Dean cut him off.
"Shut up." Point noted.
Sam realised that they were done for when he heard the familiar clack of a gun. He looked to his left.
John Winchester was here to save the day.
