Hey guys! So I know that this chapter is shorter but I'm planning on making the next chapter a lot longer because there is a bunch of stuff that's about to happen. So this is back in the present and Thyme is about to see the school's principal. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

I don't own Supernatural, it's characters or any music in this chapter. I only own Thyme and plot.

I had to wait five minutes before the principal called me in. I sit in the chair in front of his desk while he just looks at me. I feel like I'm being interrogated, and I'm getting really nervous. What's he going to say?

"Thyme," he finally says and I nod. "I have heard one side to this story, would you mind telling me your side?"

"What story do you mean?" I ask him, even though I know what he's asking, I just want to be sure.

"You punched Dean Winchester after your round of doing hand-on-hand combat. Would you care to explain why you broke the rule 'no fighting other students unless required in a lesson'?"

I silently nod and explain to him what had happened, telling him about the demon attack, he had already heard about that, and how Dean said that I didn't try to help my brother, when I genuinely couldn't because I was injured. How it upset me and I felt like he would make a good punching bag, so I hit him.

While I explain all of this the principal just sits there and nods at certain times. When I finish we just sit in his office, total silence and I just want to make a break for it.

"I understand," he says. "And I have to admit, if someone said that to me, I would punch them too. But, I have to keep all you students in line, so you're gonna have to be punished, and so will Dean." I nod, I knew that was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting him to be so calm about it.

"Of course," I say. "What will be the punishment?"

He leans forward. "You two idjits need to make up, talk and get over yourselves, both your ego's are getting too big I can barely see past it. Your punishment is that. Apologize to one another and no more arguments. If I hear that you two even called each other names, you will be put into John's boot camp."

I gulp. Coach Winchester's boot camp is a hellish version of normal detention. You lose your entire Saturday, and he pushes you to your utmost limits and he is merciless. But I don't know if I'm willing to make up with Dean either. He deserved to be punched. Yet, the threat of boot camp makes my decision slightly easier.

"Understood?" the principal asks, looking at me expectantly.

I nod. "Yes, it's understood, Principal Singer." I get up and walk out. Now I really don't want to go to class, so instead I drop my books off in my room and change into loose clothes and head to the deserted training room. I take out my headphones and start listening to The House of The Rising Sun while letting my anger out on a punching bag.

I start humming along with it and completely concentrate on the punching bag and I zone out, not even thinking about what I am doing anymore.

I don't know how long I've been in the training room, but someone taps me on the shoulder and I snap out of my trance. I spin around and swing my arm at them reflexively but they easily dodge it, so I quickly tackle them and I kneel on their stomach. Moonlight is now shining through the room and I can barely see who I have just taken down.

"Who are you?" I ask forcefully, whoever it is, I certainly don't recognize them. They start to laugh.

"My goodness," his accent is distinctively British. "You really can handle yourself, I don't know why you need an angel to help protect you." I look at him in confusion and slowly get off of him. "Surprise!" he says getting up and wiping down his pants. "I'm your new angel."

"What?"

He sighs. "Honestly, I thought you would be smarter than this! I'm your new 'protector' or whatever you want to call me."

I shake my head. "No, yeah, I understood that part, I'm just generally confused as to why you had to show yourself like that! I mean seriously! You don't want to get the jump on a hunter!" The angel just shrugs and I roll my eyes. "What's your name?"

He laughs. "Thought you'd never ask!" He does a little bow. "I am Balthazar. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I sigh. "Sorry, I, uh, tackled you there," I say rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm always on alert."

He waves it off. "Don't worry about it. It makes my job slightly easier knowing you can handle yourself pretty well." I just nod. "Anyway, let's get this out of the way and I'll explain to you who I am in this place, hm?"

"Okay. Who are you?"

"I am the new Sigil professor, Professor Zar. Balt. A. Zar. That's my full name," he gives me a wink and I roll my eyes at his stupid name. "Yeah, I know it's a bad name. I was stupid and played truth or dare with my brother. I should have known better than to play with Gabe." He shakes his head in shame. So if it wasn't a dare he would have chosen something better. Okay…

"What type of angel plays truth or dare?" I ask.

"Really?" Balthazar says. "That's what you got out of that?" He crosses his arms and shakes his head when another angel appears beside Balthazar.

"Only fun angels play games, sugar," he says and shoves a lollipop in his mouth, showing off a grin. "I'm Gabriel, also known as the Trickster and I live for games!" I just nod.

"Right, well, I don't feel like dealing with this right now, so you two, go and do whatever, just leave me alone for a bit," I put my headphones into my pocket and grab my knife I left on the bench and leave the bickering angels.

What the hell just happened in there? Since when do Archangels have fun? I am completely confused at this point in time. So I go out to the lake for some fresh air.

I sit on the dock, running my fingertips through the cool water, looking at the beautiful reflection of the moon on the lake, and I remember the first time I saw that view. I was so innocent then, not affected by anything. Having everything go my way, and here I am, seven years later laughing at how naïve I was then.

"Hey, Thyme," someone says behind me, I don't reply because I know who it is. He walks up to me and sits beside me, watching the moonlight reflect of the lake too. "I'm sorry." His apology is so quiet I almost miss it.

"Don't strain yourself," I say bitterly at Dean, I look over at him and see him silently nodding to himself. Suddenly his head flicks up and he looks at me, his green eyes has the reflection of the water in them and they are entrancing.

"I mean it, Ty," he says seriously. "I shouldn't have said that, you were injured, you did what you could in that situation. I deserved more than that hit."

I nod. "You're right," I say. "You did deserve more, but it doesn't mean I should have punched you." He looks away and I see a faint bruise on the side of his jaw, and for some reason I feel guilty for being the one who put it there.

"You know," he says picking at his jeans like an awkward teenager. "You have a mean right hook." I scoff at his comment. "No, really, you broke my jaw." I look at him confusion, I'm about to ask him why it doesn't look like I did, but he beats me to it. "The new Sigil professor had a spell to heal it quickly. I was suspicious but he did it anyway."

"How'd he do it?" I ask him, he shrugs.

"Touched my forehead with two of his fingers and this weird tickling warmth went through my jaw and it was okay," he says. "I was going to kill him because I thought he was a witch, but Dad stopped me and Professor Zar explained to me what he actually was. Which is complete crap."

I look at him in confusion. "What'd he say he was?"

He laughs bitterly. "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

"Alright, he said he was an angel." I sigh. Dammit Balthazar! Why the hell did he tell them? Cas never told anyone but me that he was an angel! What an idiot. "Wait, you knew that professor was an angel? Your brother is an angel?" Dean looks at me in confusion and I only just realize that I said all of that out loud.

"Oh crap," I say. I stand up and I'm about to run when Dean grabs my wrist. "Dean, let me go! I don't even want to explain myself right now!"

"Shut up!" he hisses and covers my mouth. "Shut up, and listen." I glare at him but I do as he says and I listen around us. There are sounds of snapping twigs from inside the woods to the left of us. Dean lets me go and I instinctively grab for my blade. Dean shakes his head at my weapon. "That knife won't do crap." He takes out the demon blade that was left at the doorstep of the school five years ago.

"Wait," I say. "What do you mean? You're not actually saying that those things in the woods are…"

"Yeah," he says pushing me behind him as we walk off the dock. "They're demons."

No.

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