Seeing the man's eyes black, Dean quickly reached into his pocket and grabbed the bottle of holy water.
But before he could pull it out, the director waved his hand, and Dean found himself pinned against the wall.
"So a small hunter, eh? Trying to frustrate our plans? But you had backfired, buddy."
"How did you know I'm a hunter?" Dean asked.
"My boss sees everything and controls everything. And she seems to have a special interest in you. Be glad, that will prevent I kill you for now. Sure, you probably suffer more." He laughed
"Your boss? Your boss is Crowley and he is in favor of respecting contracts. And apparently, you're jumping the rules. The normal is 10 years and you, what have you given them? What? A month? I do not think the King of Hell is very happy with you when he hears this."
The demon waved his hand and Dean felt a sharp pain in his side.
"Crowley is a coward, a bureaucrat, ... And a friend of hunters, Disgraceful! Many of us are no longer disposed to follow him. Not now that someone stronger than him and that she controls him."
Dean felt his blood ran down his side, but he tried to get more information:
"Who's the boss of yours so powerful?"
"You ask too much. Now I'll tell you the plan. I bet you'll love it. You yourself have asked him. Remember? You said you wanted that I to tell you the punishment for you and I call your tutor. Well that's what I'm going to do."
The man said, picking up the phone.
"And then three companions yours some time with you, one you have special eager of he will have fun with you. I imagine that you have not forgotten about Alan Stair, and you know Amanda Comtemper, the head of the cheerleading squad, and Danny Pimpcocke, our beloved captain of team. "
"Those guys are possessed? Why?" Asked Dean with painful voice.
"Well, the three of them practically control the High School and power I like. But enough talk."
He said pointing a finger and Dean realized that he was unable to speak.
"I'll call Sam Winchester to come and pick up your child at my office and I will kill you. Cool right?"
Dean felt desperate. Sam no, please. If he died it would be his fault. The boy put his energies into getting rid of the prey in which the devil had him. A sweat started down his body as his muscles and energy are focused on getting the slightest movement.
The demon, aka Principal Soulthief, started dialing.
Charlie had gotten the job, of course. she had passed the interview and demonstrated knowledge to spare. Tomorrow she would start her classes.
The friendly Carla had taught her the center and escorted to the staff room for presentation to her new colleagues.
Charlie had tried to extract information from them, but the teachers did not seem very communicative. After she was chatting with them, she was a secretariat to pick up her contract and her class schedule.
The loving secretary congratulated to her:
"I knew you could do it, my dear. Are you still nervous? Want you an infusion?"
Charlie was going to thank her and tell her it was not necessary, Actually I better come a glass of vodka, she thought. When she saw a filing cabinet that said "STUDENT RECORDS" and she changed her mind:
"The truth is that I could really use. If you do not mind."
"There is no trouble, honey. I'll bring you straight away."
And when the secretary disappeared into the back area, Charlie quickly searched through the files and she got to find the files of the students deceased.
Then she heard the old woman again and put them among her own papers.
Well, it was something. She expected that in the files they could find some clue.
Once finished her hot drink and she said goodbye to the secretary, Charlie did not have much more to do to justify staying in the center.
She decided to walk around to locate Dean, she wanted to know how the boy was doing.
Then she will call Sam for he will come back for her and they together would do the investigation.
She spotted Dean in the line in the cafeteria, talking to a black hair's boy of his age, and she breathed quiet.
Everything seemed fine. So she headed for the exit as she dialed Sam on her mobile:
"Sam, Dean is fine"
Knowing it was the first thing that he was going to ask.
"I got the job and I have school records of the victims."
"Well Charlie, good job. I'll get you."
At that time he saw Carla that came towards her the hallway.
"Change of plans. More late I'll call you."
And said that, she hung up and waited for the Head of Studies will come closer to her.
Sam had not stopped in all day and now he took a short break, having coffee at a nearby establishment Educational Center.
He had covered the houses of families affected with the excuse of want to give the condolence, as the father of a classmate.
The truth, he had not gotten much. All the students seemed to have been normal adolescents, their families had not noticed anything unusual.
The only thing that coincided was that all had good news before his death: "She was so happy that he had been given the role in the play", " I do not understand how he could drown, he was a great swimmer, gold medal at the last championship, "... But it did not seem very significant.
Sam had thought that could be witchcraft and he reviewed the room of one of the boys, the swimmer, whose father showed the bedroom to him to teach him the swimming trophies of his son.
He had asked a glass of water, faking a cough, and took advantage of man absence to look for bags of spells or other signs of witchcraft. But he found nothing.
Well, tonight they could sneak into the rooms of the boys and look for some clue.
He hoped that Dean and Charlie had gotten more information. Charlie had called and everything seemed fine.
I was going to pay for the coffee and leave the cafeteria to pick Dean for the Centre, when he received another call:
"Sam Winchester? I am the Principal Soulthief. I regret to inform you that your son Dean is punished for having a fight with a schoolmate."
"How was that? Is he okay? I'm on my way."
"Do not worry everything is under control. He will stay retained a couple of hours after school. You must come to pick up your child at seven o'clock. I want to see you in my office to talk to you."
"I'll be there. And I regret that Dean have caused problems. Does he is fine, right?"
"Yes. Everything is under control. Do not worry. I will see you at seven."
And with that he hung up the call.
Sam looked at the phone and sighed.
Is that Dean could not endure a day of school without getting into trouble? He glanced at the clock showed five o'clock.
He could hear the noise of the kids who were leaving class. But neither Charlie nor Dean had left the High School.
He would have to wait. He decided to order a beer to calm his nerves and improve your mood.
Jimmy had finished his classes and looked for his friend Dean.
He could not concentrate in class thinking about how he would be. He was worried about him. He hoped that the Principal had not been too hard on his friend.
The did not see him anywhere and he thought maybe they had sent Dean to home, and he had no phone number or knew where he lived. He cannot ask for him.
Jimmy saw the Professor Kartaboon approaching and decided to ask him:
"Excuse me teacher. Do you know where my classmate Dean Winchester?"
"Still he is in the office of Mr. Soulthief."
"Thank you, teacher."
Jimmy had an extracurricular science workshop, so nobody did not expect him in home for a couple of hours.
Although he loved the workshop, he thought that a friend was more important, so that for the first time in his life, he would skip class and go to look for his friend.
He never tired of mentally repeat the word "friend, my friend ..."
So he went to the office of Principal, he was determined to wait at the door until Dean left.
He's my friend, was repeated, and support and be there for each other is what friends do. Do not?
He wore some time waiting, while he entertained himself by calculating the length of the heating pipe, considering that each wall's tile measure is 23 inches.
Then Jimmy heard a cry of pain behind the door.
Dean? It seemed to be Dean.
He should go to help his friend, but that it was the office of the Principal Soulthief ...
He could not fail to Dean, he was his friend, he thought ...
And steeling himself he opened the door ...
To be continued ... ..