Jimmy ducked his head as if he wanted to hide under the table, while Alan Stair sat down beside him and his goons of friends sat on both sides of Dean.
"Well, well! What have we here? The Oddball has found another freak to hold hands together. Although we all know that you who want bumble is Danny, we just have to see how you look at him. Is not so, fagot?"

He finished between laughter of his henchmen.
"What, you introduce us your cute little friend ?."
"Sure, Alan. This is Dean, today is his first day and he is only with me for that. Not that he wants, nor much less. Please you drop him quiet and peacefully!" Jimmy pleaded.
"Hey! I'm with Jimmy because I want, and we did not invited you to our table. So you to get away to where have you come!"

Dean interrupted while his friend made distressed signs warning him to shut up.

Alan Stair seemed surprised at the insolence of the new child, who was not tall nor even for reached his shoulder. He was already 18 years old and he was tall and strong constitution and Dean's head was in the height of the middle chest of Alan.

"Jimmy, Jimmy," he said grasping the boy's neck tightly and forcing him to get up.
"It seems you have not done right your job to show our High School. You not hast taught to him who he must respect here."
"True, true! You're absolutely right, Alan. My fault. Please forgive us. This will no happen again."
Dean stood up and shouted:
"Release him now or ...!"
The two bullies around him grabbed Dean by the shoulders and forced him to sit down again, with one of they on each side to him squeezing his shoulders.

Alan was double up laughing:
"Or what? What will you do? ... Kill me with laughter?" He said as he pressed Jimmy's neck.
Dean turned to either side, his elbows sinking hard into the stomachs of the two big boys around him, so that they had to release him.
And he nimbly get up kneeling on the table in midst, he threw a punch to the jaw of Alan.
"I'll do this, asshole!"
This surprised to Alan, and he let out to Jimmy, while he reeled back:
"Damned tadpole!"
He roared in anger and lunged toward Dean, pushing the boy off the table, and once took the boy on the ground, Alan stood over him and started beating him brutally, while his friends cheered and helped him.
Jimmy, that had been paralyzed at first, soon he turned and ran looking for an adult to stop the fight.

Quickly, though not soon enough for that Dean would not have received a good hiding, a pair of theachers and the assistant cook had arrived, followed by a Jimmy hysterical that constantly muttered: "They will to kill him, they will to kill him,..."
The adults separated to Alan and Dean with difficulty.
Professor Kartaboon, who was one of the teachers, rebuked them:

"Dean Winchester, I warned you not started with good foot and I see I was right, Alan Stair, you are a hopeless case, in fact I do not know why you still have not expelled. The two, collect your things and you join me at the office of the Director. Now! "

Jimmy helped to collect his things to Dean and when he give his backpack to him, he whispered:
"I'm sorry Dean."
"It's not your fault friend."
"Do you still want to be my friend? After what has happened?"
"Of course Jimmy. We are already friends." Dean smiled as best let him a split lip.
"Thank you. You're my first friend here and ... really, I'm excited, man."
Dean looked at the illusioned face of his friend, who did not know if to laugh or mourn, and he felt bad.
He just was using him to figure out things, and he will leave soon and Jimmy would be alone. And that boy was offering his friendship with all his heart. Suddenly he felt very bad person.

The teacher Kartaboon grabbed him of his arm: "Join me!"
And Dean was guided through the hallways, with his head down:

Sam will get angry for he have got into a fight, he had deceived to Jimmy and too, now had to face the "mustaches", which was the nickname he had named for the Principal Soulthief. What else could go wrong today?

Dean sat down in the punishment room. Alan shot him glances of hate and he was made menacing signs to him, running his finger through his throat, when the teacher was not looking at them. But Dean ignored him, Alan was now the least of his worries.
His cheek throbbed painfully and noticed that one eye was beginning to swell. He rubbed his the ribs, it hurt him but expected to have no broken. He take his hand to the back of head, that Alan had repeatedly struck on the ground, and noticed moisture. He looked at his fingers with blood. But they were only wounds and they were of minor importance. That neither was because he was worried.

What really worried him, was that if he was ejected and he could not continue his research another young could die for his guilt, his ineptitude.
Sam and Charlie would look disappointed with it, but no more than he was himself.
And he had a lump in his throat at the thought about Jimmy, who he had his befriended and which he would break the heart.

Alan went into to the office and Dean could hear voices behind the door, but did not understand what was being said.
He did not pay much attention. He was deep in thought. Although they expel him only a few days, it was enough to have screwed up for the plan.
He expected at least Charlie had gotten the job, so they have one inside the Centre.

He took the book of rules to see which was the usual punishment for a fight.

His fingers touched the bottle of holy water and he put it in his pocket on impulse.
Better to have it near just in case, he thought, even if he had fucked the plan, already he could not do anything to find out who was the next victim and prevent death.
Well, he wished this was over as soon as possible: receiving the anger of the Director, know punishment, receiving the anger of sam, showering and heal their wounds and go to bed thinking how useless he was. Some alcohol could do tonight but ... was too young for that.
So he was glad when Alan finally came out, he didn't seemed nothing repented really, so he threw glances to Dean that were real threats of slow painful death.
But Dean decided he should try to make peace. Not for him, at least for Jimmy. And he said to him:

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened ..."
"And you'll going to feel a lot more, dwarf." Alan Stair replied between teeth, and he left the room, leaving Dean with the word in the mouth.

Dean shrugged, and soon the teacher Kartaboon told him to go into the office.
The boy grabbed his backpack and with a sighed entered into the Principal's office. Behind a large table, the arrogant little man was finishing a phone conversation:
"Of course, of course as you say. If so we will. I will keep you informed."

He hung up and looked at Dean carefully without saying word for long time.

Dean, nervous since the scrutiny he said:
"Mr. Principal, I know I screwed up and I'm sorry. I deserve any punishment imposed by you. If you call my father then he will come to pick me up."
The director leaned over the desk and looked him with an evil smile:
"I agree with you at all."
And then his eyes turned to black.

To be continued ...