Charlie and Carla had covered places of events. Meanwhile, the ever smaller groups of students were leaving the center when they ended their extracurricular classes, sports or left the library after doing their homework.
Charlie had detected traces of sulfur in different scenes of death, and she taken note of it.
At seven o'clock the center was almost empty. Nothing incident had occurred, seemed. The girls looked at:
"Well, luckily today there is no accident than sorry. I really do appreciate your company Charlie. The truth that these lonely corridors give a bit of bad feeling and more after what happened recently."

"It was a pleasure Carla. A friend is coming to pick me up at half past seven. Would you like us to give a final lap before we go out?"
The truth is that Charlie had no desire to secede from the beautiful and sexy Carla.
"Sounds good. Besides you were telling me about the history of hacker, this seems interesting. How do you know so much about them?"
"Well ... I like reading about these issues." Charlie said, taking Carla's arm and starting their last tour for the school.
They climbed the stairs, they gave friendly their hands. Then, near the top floor, Charlie stopped and gestured for silence Carla taking a finger to her lips.

Both girls heard what appeared to be bumps and cries. Charlie nodded to Carla to follow her and quietly they continued upstairs. When they reached the blows seemed to have ceased, and only heard what seemed jerky and breathless insults, and increasingly faint cries.
Suddenly they heard the sound of a door that had been opened, and they quickly hided behind a door, Charlie kept the door slightly ajar, she wanted to see what happened. The hearts of the girls were accelerated, as they heard footsteps ever closer.

When the steps passed along, they peered discreetly and they could see two boys and a girl. They walked taking two small boys with them .
The girl had, practically dragging, to a smaller boy with black hair, trembling and sobbing.
The other two young were carried with difficulty other boy ... Dean! He squirming and insulted them, futilely trying to break free.
Charlie's hand went to her mouth to hold back a scream.
The two little boys had their hands tied behind their backs and they seemed very bruised. Blood stains spattered his clothes and his faces.
Charlie looked at Carla, that loomed behind her, watching in horror. They waited in silence until they ceased to hear the steps of the group.

"What horror! What do we do?" Carla whispered very scared.
" We'll tell Sam! The ... friend who comes after me. He is an expert of, eh ... police."
Charlie improvised as she grabbed her cellphone.
"I'll call him. He'll know what to do ... Shit! The phone is off."
She looked at her watch.
"Let's go to the door. I had meet there with him."
Carla nodded his head and swallowed.
The girls shook hands and they carefully walked slowly toward the exit of the Centre.

Sam found a small door that seemed to give the cafeteria kitchens. For him it was simple forced it, and he accessed within the Centre.
Sam moved cautiously through the corridors towards the office of Principal.
he hoped to surprise the demon, exorcise or kill him, and rescue Dean.
Stealthily approached the office door and he listened if any sound that could come from within.
He heard the voice of the director, who seemed to be apologizing to someone on the phone:
"I am very sorry, My Lady ... Yes, yes, of course will be as you ordered. We will deliver to Dean Winchester on a silver platter. Yes, Lady... I know he is crucial to her plans, ... You do not worry."

Sam did not understand much of the conversation he could hardly hear.
But the director seemed to be alone and this was an opportunity he could not lose.
So, he suddenly opened the door and located the director sitting in his office's armchair and pointing his gun at him, Sam shouted, paralyzing the demon with a bullet with a trap demons carved in it, which reached the man on his shoulder .
The demon was found helpless and he growled angrily:
"Damn Sam winchester! How you found me?"
"Where is Dean? How something happened to him, you pay painfully monster."
"The damn kid ran away." He growled.
"How many contracts you had done? How many children are doomed for your dirty tricks? Now you let them free of their contracts or I will torture you until you beg me to kill you."
"No way. Their souls are mine."
Sam threw holy water on his face and the demon screamed and writhed in pain.
"You will not get any, damn hunter."
"We'll see." Sam said, and get coming with knife kills-demons.
"Aleja that from me!" Shouted the demon who identified the knife quickly.
"Let the children free!"
"Never!"
Sam cut the devil in the arm with the special knife.
"Aaahgggg! Damn! Enough, I will!"
"Do it!"
"You have to get me the bullet first. With it inside, my powers are limited."
"Okay. But you do not try anything weird or I'll kill you."
Sam put the knife kill-devils in the man's neck, and pulling out a pocketknife he dug it into the gunshot wound none too gently. Soon he had the bullet out and tightening the knife he had with his neck he ordered:
"Now, free them now!"
The director, seeing that he had no choice, delivered them from their contract with the usual manner and he growled:
"Now let me go!"
"You know is where Dean?"
"I repeat that he escaped with another boy."
He felt the knife clutched in his neck until he bled slightly. "But if my boys found them, they will be taken to the basement, to the boiler room. They have orders to kill the other boy and burning his body."
"Thanks for the information."
Sam said, and he plunged the knife into the body of the Principal Soulfield, that with a horrifying scream, he shined in red and collapsed dead in his armchair.

The demons in their young meat suits, had taken the kids to the basement, and had thrown them down brutally on the ground near the boiler heating the building.
Dean from his position on the floor, watched as Danny grabbed to Jimmy by his hair dark and forced him to get up.
"It will be a pleasure to kill you and burn you in the boiler. I will make it slowly so you enjoy my company. Because you want my company. Do not Jimmy? You looked at me with those eyes of wonder and love. How cute! You go to die at the hands of your platonic love." He laughed.
"Leave him alone! He has not done anything. Releasing to Jimmy and I will do whatever you want." Dean pleaded.
"No way, little shit! And we do not kill you because we have orders not to do it."
Said Amanda, whose evil's gesture she seemed more a witch now than a adorable and beautiful teenager.
"If I could, I rip those green eyes of yours with my own nails."
She threatened as she showed long red fingernails of his manicured hands, bringing them to the eyes of the little hunter.
"We should not have a disgust, guys. Our orders do not prevent us get some more of fun." Alan encouraged them.
"Sure that we think of something fun to do with them. Because beating them already is bored."
Danny released to Jimmy and he fell trembling beside Dean.
"Sorry, Jimmy. You're going to die because of me." Dean sobbed unable to keep the tears rolling down his face.
"You should never make you my friend. Everyone than I appreciate, they finish for suffer and die."
"Do not say it, Dean. Whatever happens I'm glad to be your friend."
Jimmy consoled him smiling sadly.
"The only thing I regret is that our friendship couldn't be more longer."

"Thanks, my friend!" Dean said very excited.

"Thank you for being my friend, Dean."

While the three demons planned:
"We could hang up them for their feet and we will beat with a lash to them." Alan Stair suggested.
"That's a classic. Is best that we will see how they endure with his head under water. We can make bets." Danny Pimpcocke proposed.
"The men are so basic." Amanda Comtemper sighed.
"It is better psychological torture, no doubt."

Meanwhile Jimmy and Dean had gotten so together as they could, and they looked one to other fondly, the green and blue eyes perched on each other, trying to transmitting comfort and support.

To be continued ...