Fic: Run With The Devil (2/?)
(this chapter:)
Rating: PG.
Fandoms: Supernatural.
Pairing(s): Eventual Dean/Castiel. Eventual Sam/Lucifer.
Word Count: 1060.
Warnings: Language.
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Chapter Two
Sam’s phone went off in the middle of his American history class. He scrabbled to silence it and smiled apologetically at his teacher. Although she was fairly strict, she knew Sam had family problems and yet he’d still been an excellent student, so she let him get away with things that would’ve gotten others into trouble.
Sometimes Sam felt bad about the fact that he’d get special treatment, but, really…there were extenuating circumstances.
He got annoyed sometimes at Dean for just simple inattention to his schedule, but at the same time, every time he saw his brother’s number light up on a screen, and not the hospital or the police station, it was reassuring.
He waited until the teacher turned her attention to the board and slid his phone into his lap, hidden mostly from view by his desk. He typed out a message, a simple What?
Then checked to make absolutely certain his phone wouldn’t so much as vibrate.
He then half-paid attention waiting for the reply-it didn’t take long: find nick milton. sophomore. we’re on our way.
That…sounded sort of crazy, but, then again, that was his life. He checked the clock and drummed his fingers on the desk. About ten minutes left. Leaving now would not go over well, but those few moments could be very important, for all of the vagueness he knew.
Sam wondered if he should even try taking more notes.
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“God, I hate traveling Angel Airlines.” Dean let out the breath he didn’t know why exactly he was holding.
The angel ignored his comment, focusing instead down the school’s hallway. “There are demons.”
Panic struck the hunter, swift and harsh, “In the kids?” He hoped to a god he didn’t believe in that it wasn’t the case. He’d killed a lot of things, young ones-things that looked like (and were) children-included, but he’d do his damnedest not to kill any kids who’d happened to have gotten caught up in this mess.
Castiel narrowed his eyes, angel-killing blade slipping down his sleeve into the tight grip of his fist, “No, but we’ve got more than that to worry us.”
A few teenagers in the hallway seemed to sense that this was not the time or place to test their odds. The sheer authority of adults present might not have done it, but, even Dean had to admit, Castiel looked quite imposing.
Dean was pretty sure Sam’s classroom was right around here, besides the vague familiarity from when the various times he’d had to get his brother out of class, Cas tended to keep them close, if he could. He started peeking through the windows of doors, hoping for a glimpse of Sam’s gangly limbs. About three classrooms down, Dean heard the flutter of wings and tensed, knowing it wasn’t Castiel.
He heard the scuff of shoes and turned in time to see Castiel slamming his blade through the throat of one of his brothers, a blinding whiteness swelling out of him, and Dean had just enough sense to cover his eyes before it erupted full blast. Chatter in the classrooms increased, curiosities piqued, and he watched the body fall to the ground after the slick sound of the blade’s removal.
Two wings asked across the floor and partway up the wall opposite him.
This was not going to be as covert as they had hoped.
Before he could even catch his breath again, a door was opening and he was waxing between the tenseness he felt and attempting to look normal and/or appalled.
A gust of relief swept through him as he saw Sam appear in the doorway, coming out and closing it swiftly behind him. The teenager glanced from his brother down to the body, “What the fuck, Dean?”
“We gotta hurry, Sammy.” The older Winchester then motioned towards Cas, “Can you do something about this?”
The angel nodded and crouched down next to the body. With a touch of his fingers, the other angel-vessel-was gone, along with feathery outlines it had left upon its demise.
Sam inhaled deeply. This was not the kind of shit he expected to go down here. He didn’t have time to think too hard on it though as a demon rounded the corner, black eyes and fast limbs approaching.
It took a swing at Dean, who was closer, before the the hunter managed to stab up into its chest, reddish electricity bursting out of the thing. Castiel quickly took care of the body with another press of skin.
“Fuck, come on, come on,” Dean hissed and they ran further down the hall.
“Wait.”
They stopped and turned to Sam.
“This is a sophomore class. Worth a try?” He composed himself into the respectable student Dean knew he’d be full-time if not for their lifestyle.
He calmly opened the door and all eyes turned on him, the teacher giving him a curt, but curious, “Yes?”
“Um.” That was not a good start, but he’d pulled back his shoulders and continued with an air of confidence, projecting some sort of authority in the matter, “Is there a Nick Milton here?”
The teacher looked up, across the classroom, “Nick?”
A boy with short, blonde hair near the back of the room raised his hand. “Am I in trouble?”
He couldn’t believe his luck. This was the only class he’d known for sure had been sophomores and there he was. He was surprised at Nick’s appearance, but he’d consider the teenager more fully when they were a little farther out.
Sam pursed his lips in thought for a second, unsure of what to say, before a simple, truthful thought came to him, “Well, we’ll see. Come with me.”
The class made noises of amusement. The boy turned red and stood, glancing back at his belongings in question.
“You know, the period’s about to end, bring your things,” Sam told him.
Nick looked towards the teacher, who simply nodded, before shuffling towards Sam, who quickly swung the door open for him.
The Winchester gave the instructor a polite smile and closed the door behind them just as fast.
Time seemed to slow even as panic rose in all parties as Nick took in the sight of Dean and Castiel and they in turn examined him.
Castiel’s nostrils flared, “Lucifer.”