After School Special Part 1

Sam and Angela were in hospital whites, dressed as orderlies. They were sitting in chairs with clipboards talking to April.

"I'm not talking about it anymore." April said. "I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy."

"Well, we're a little bit more open-minded than most." Angela smiled softly. "April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to us." Sam replied.

"When I, when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body." April explained. "I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize." Angela said softly. "April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along."

"Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never." April assured. "Do you believe me?"

"Yeah, we do." Sam nodded. "Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you… happen to smell anything?"

"Anything… like what?" April frowned.

"Like rotten eggs or… sulfur?" Angela asked.

"Um, no."

"Okay." Sam nodded. "Um, did you notice any black smoke?"

"What are you, crazy?" April asked.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela approached the Impala, where Dean was waiting for them, and they climbed into the car.

"So?" Dean asked expectantly.

"I think she's telling the truth." Angela shrugged. "I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically, kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

"Kind of?" Dean asked.

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." Sam said.

"Maybe it's not a demon." Dean replied. "I mean, kids can be vicious."

"Well, I mean, we're already here." Sam shrugged. "Might as well check out the school."

"Right. The school." Dean murmured.

"What?" Angela asked curiously.

"Truman High, home of the Bombers." Dean said.

"What's your point?" Angela asked.

"It's a school Sam and I went to, like… for a month a million years ago." Dean shrugged. He looked at Sam. "Why are you so jazzed to go back?"

"I'm not." Sam replied. "I just think it's worth looking into."

"All right, well, what's our cover?" Dean asked. "FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

"Don't worry. I got an idea." Sam said.

"Okay." Dean nodded.

They drove off.

~/~\~

The Impala drove up to the front of the school. A young Sam and Dean got out of the car.

~/~\~

It was 1997. Dean looked into the car window. "Thanks, Dad."

Young Sam and Dean started walking towards the school.

"Got your lunch? Books? Butterfly knife?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam sighed.

"You okay?" Dean raised a brow.

"Sure." Sam replied unconvincingly.

"Sammy…" Dean pressed.

"I mean, look, this is the third school we've been to this year, and it's only November." Sam sighed. "I'm just sick of being the new kid."

"You'll be fine." Dean assured. "If anyone gives you trouble, you let me know. Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops. As soon as he gets back, we're out of here."

"To another school. Awesome." Sam muttered.

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were being introduced to their classmates. Sam stood in the front of Mr. Wyatt's classroom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to Sam Winchester." Mr. Wyatt said.

"Hi, Sam. Hi, Sam. Hi, Sam. Hi, Sam." The class greeted.

~/~\~

Dean stood in front of his class, while his teacher, an older woman, talked to the class.

"Class, say hello to our new student, Dean Winchester." She said. "Dean, is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?"

"Not really, sweetheart." He shrugged.

"Take your seat." She said.

~/~\~

Sam stood in front of the class, obviously uncomfortable.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" Mr. Wyatt asked.

"Not really." Sam mumbled.

"Okay. Uh, grab a seat."

~/~\~

Dean walked down the aisle, and took an empty seat.

~/~\~

Sam walked down the aisle to an empty desk. He placed his backpack on the desk; his knife fell out on his seat. He quickly grabbed it and hid it, but not before Barry, who was sitting next to Sam, saw it.

"Whoa, is that yours?" Barry asked in awe. "Awesome!"

~/~\~

"Dean, where are your books?" Dean's teacher asked.

"Don't need 'em sugar." Dean replied. "Not gonna be here long enough anyway."

Dean noticed Amanda, and they shared a look.

~/~\~

"All right, gang… essay assignment." Mr. Wyatt said.

"Aw! Aw! Aw! Aw!" the class groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, my heart breaks for you." Mr. Wyatt laughed.

"Hey… I'm Barry." He whispered to Sam.

"Sam." Sam replied.

"Okay, now, I want three pages of your most memorable family experience." Mr. Wyatt instructed. "Just a reminder though, this is going to be worth half your final grade…"

Dean started flicking Barry's ear while Mr. Wyatt was talking.

"Leave him alone." Sam told Dirk.

"Shh, I'm going for a record." Dirk replied.

"I don't care what you write about, or even how you write about it." Mr. Wyatt continued. "I'm looking for the brutal, funny, maybe even painful, truth. OK everybody, any questions? OK, let's get started."

"I said, leave him alone." Sam said.

"You want to take his place… midget?" Dirk asked.

"Yeah. Sure." Sam nodded.

~/~\~

Sam walked down a school hallway in the present just as a bell rang dismissing class. He was dressed as a janitor and was pushing a janitor's cart. He passed Mr. Wyatt's room, where class was getting out. Mr. Wyatt was in the room, and looked older.

Angela came up beside Sam after being dismissed from a class nearby. She was posing as a senior in high school. She was dressed in a long sleeved white shirt with salmon colored stripes, blue skinny jeans, white laced TOMs, gold anchor earrings, a white and gold bracelet and she was carrying a turquoise backpack. Her hair fell in waves and she had light makeup on.

"Hey." She said.

Sam looked down at her. "Uh, hey." He replied. "Don't you have a class to get to?"

"Free period." She smiled.

~/~\~

Dean was dressed in a white shirt and tight red shorts. He had a red headband on his head. He blew a whistle, then addressed the class.

"Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented." Dean said. "A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule… dodge."

Dean threw the ball at one class mate's stomach. He didn't dodge.

"Ugh!" the class mate groaned.

"Sorry." Dean said.

"Uh, Substitute Coach Roth…" Colby said.

"Yes?"

"Ms. Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball." Colby commented.

"Well, Ms. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing." Dean replied.

"She says it's dangerous." Colby muttered.

Dean blew the whistle. "Take a lap!"

"But—

Sam and Angela entered the gym, and got Dean's attention. Dean threw the bag of balls to the class.

"Go nuts." Dean said.

"Having fun?" Sam asked.

"The whistle makes me their god." Dean replied.

"Right." Angela said. "Nice shorts." She giggled.

"Find anything?" Dean changed the subject.

"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." Sam replied.

"Nothing in my classes." Angela shrugged.

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." Dean said.

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam shrugged.

"Well, it happens to the best of us." Dean replied. "I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch, it's sloppy joe day."

"Ohh!" Colby groaned as he ran by Sam, Dean and Angela holding his nose.

"Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean exclaimed.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela walked down a deserted school hallway.

"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asked.

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a 'healthy display of anger.'" Dean replied. He looked at Angela. "Shouldn't you be at that assembly?"

"Please, my day to day life is full of violence." She scoffed.

Dean nodded. "That is true."

"So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?" Angela asked.

"Which only comes from a seriously pissed off spirit." Sam said. "It's got to be ghost possession."

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare." Dean replied.

"Yeah, but it happens." Angela said. "I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body."

"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, but where?" Sam countered. "I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something."

"Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this." Dean replied. "Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones."

Angela smacked the back of Dean's head. "Dean, no." she replied.

He huffed and rubbed the back of his head. "Ow…" he mumbled. He unfolded a paper he took out from his pocket. "So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." He said. "What?"

Sam sighed. "I knew him. How did he die?"

"He slit his wrists in the first floor girls' bathroom." Dean answered.

"That's where—Sam started.

"Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly." Dean nodded. "So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." Angela said.

"Well, does that sound like Barry's M.O.?" Dean asked.

"Barry had a hard time." Sam murmured.

~/~\~

It was 1997 and kids were in the hallway. Barry was walking down the hall, and another student bumped him and made him drop his books. Sam saw this and helped him pick up his stuff.

"Thanks, Sam." Barry said.

"Great school." Sam replied sarcastically.

"I don't care." Barry shrugged. "Three years, and I'm out of here. I'm going to Michigan State. They got the best vet program in the country."

"Do you like animals?" Sam asked.

"They're a lot nicer than people." Barry replied.

~/~\~

Dean and Amanda were making out in the janitor's closet.

"So tonight I'm thinking you, me, a bucket of popcorn, extra butter…" Dean mumbled.

"Mm, kinky." She hummed.

"…and the midnight screening of 'I Spit on Your Grave' at the Cinedome." Dean added.

"I can't. I have a curfew…at 11:00."

"So?" Dean asked.

"So if I break it, my folks will ground me for a month."

"Yeah, parents. Terrifying." He scoffed.

"Mm-hmm. Well, when's your curfew."

"I don't have one." He shrugged.

"Your parents just let you stay out all night, don't they?"

"My Dad's out of town on a job." Dean replied. "It's just me and my brother."

"For how long?" Amanda asked.

"Couple of weeks."

"Seriously?" she asked, shocked.

"Yeah, we got a pretty sweet setup at The Pines."

"The motel?" she raised a brow.

"Mm-hmm." He hummed. "HBO, magic fingers, free ice, it's great."

"Yeah… I guess."

"What?" he asked. "I do whatever I want, whenever I want. It's perfect."

"Yeah, but… don't you miss your Dad?"

~/~\~

Dean and Amanda emerged from the closet, just as Sam and Barry walked by.

"Yo! Sammy!" Dean called as he and Amanda walked off.

"That's your brother with Amanda Heckerling?" Barry asked. "He's cool."

Sam shrugged. "Yeah. He thinks so."

"Hey, tough guy." Dirk said. "I been looking for you. Still want to take Barry's place?"

"Get out of here, Barry." Sam warned.

"I'll go get a teacher." Barry said.

"You want to go?" Dirk challenged.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Dirk." Sam replied.

"Why not? You chicken?" Dirk asked. "Come on!"

"No." Sam replied.

Dirk hit Sam, who fell to the ground. He stayed there, looking up at Dirk.

"Get up! Get up!" Dirk yelled. "Come on! Get up!"

"Hey, get back!" Mr. Wyatt said. "Get back. That is enough."

Mr. Wyatt took after Dirk, who had turned and walked away. Sam watched them walk off.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam and Angela were standing at Barry's grave, where they dug up his coffin. Sam and Angela put in the salt and fuel, and Dean threw in the lighted match.

"So long, Barry Cook." Dean said.

~/~\~

The Impala drove down a dark road, and Sam, Dean and Angela rode inside.

"You all right?" Angela asked Sam.

"Barry was my friend." He whispered. "I just burned his bones."

"Well, he's at peace now, Sam." Dean said.

"I mean, if Dad had let us stay just a little longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?" Sam replied.

"You read the coroner's report same as me and Angie." Dean replied. "Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out."

"It was tragic, but it's not your fault." Angela assured.

"To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school." Dean commented.

"It wasn't all bad." Sam shrugged.

"How can you say that after what happened to you?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at Dean, remembering that day.

~/~\~

Young Sam and Dean were sitting on a small bleacher by the school.

"That kid's dead." Dean growled.

"Dean." Sam said.

"I'm gonna rip his lungs out!"

"It's not a big deal." Sam sighed.

"Not a big deal?" Dean asked. "Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here—

"He's not." Sam cut Dean off.

"Well, I am!" Dean snapped. "And as soon I'm finished with that dick—

"Shut up, okay?!" Sam replied. "I don't need your help."

"That's right, you don't. You could have torn him apart." Dean said. "So why didn't you?"

"Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal."

"So taking a beating, that's normal?" Dean asked.

"Any word from Dad?" Sam changed the subject.

"He called this morning, said he's going to be another week at least. We weren't supposed to be here this long."

"At least you've got Amanda." Sam shrugged. "She's cool."

"Dude, she wants me to meet her parents." Dean complained. "I don't do parents."

~/~\~

The bell rang and the kids filed out of Mr. Wyatt's classroom.

"Mr. Winchester, can I talk to you?" Mr. Wyatt asked.

Sam walked up to Mr. Wyatt's desk. Barry walked behind him.

"Um… I'll wait for you outside." Barry said.

"Look, if this is about the fight, I didn't start it." Sam said.

"Oh, no, it's not about the fight, Sam." Mr. Wyatt replied. "You know this assignment was nonfiction, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Wyatt." Sam nodded.

"So you and your family killed a werewolf last summer, huh? Why would you write something like this, Sam?"

"It doesn't matter." He shrugged. "As so as my Dad gets back, we're leaving, so you can flunk me if you want to."

"I'm not flunking you." Mr. Wyatt replied. "I'm giving you an 'A'. Now, aside from the werewolf, is that really how you describe your family?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Well, your brother is quite a character." Mr. Wyatt said. "And your father, he seems, uh, driven. Anyway, it's good, Sam. It's really good. Have you ever thought about pursuing writing?"

"I can't. I have to go into the family business."

"Family business?" Mr. Wyatt raised a brow.

"Yeah, my, aah, my dad's a mechanic. So I have to be a mechanic, too."

"Do you want to go into the family business, Sam?"

"No one's ever asked me that before." He murmured.

"Well?" Mr. Wyatt prompted.

"More than anything, no."

"Well…I don't want to overstep my bounds here, but… you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Mr. Wyatt said. "Look, I mean, I know what it's like. I come from a family of surgeons, and that wasn't me. So, you know, I traded the money and prestige of being a doctor for all the glamour you see around you. But the point is… there may be three or four big choices that shape someone's whole life, and you need to be the one that makes them, not anyone else. You seem like a great kid, Sam. Just live the life you want to live."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela drove up to the school.

"We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?" Dean asked.

"He's a good guy." Sam shrugged.

"Well, whatever." Dean sighed. "Go have your Robin Williams 'O captain! My captain!' moment. Just make it quick."

~/~\~

Sam was walking down a deserted hallway and he looked deep in thought, he ran his hand through his hair as he walked. He was approached by a young woman.

"Excuse me, sir, can you help me find room 305?"

"Sure." He nodded. "Um… head down that hall, take your first right, and it's the third door on the left."

"Thanks, Sam." She smiled. She took out a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. "You got tall, Winchester."

She kicked Sam in the face. He fell to the ground. He opened a small jar he grabbed from his jacket pocket, and when the woman approached, he grabbed her and forced the salt into her mouth. The ghost looked like it was ripped from her body and flew out the door. She collapsed, and Sam sat in the hall holding her, looking around.

A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter! I don't know if I'll be posting tomorrow, as I have to attend a funeral from 6-8 P.M. and then drive back home from Salisbury to Frederick. So I may just not be feeling it tomorrow night guys, sorry! Anyway, I really hope you liked it, the ending for the next chapter has got to be a favorite of mine.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys.

~Emily