Fic: "High School Shooting" 1/2
Title: High School Shooting
Rating: T for violence
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word count: ~8850
Summary: A High School shooting leaves one Winchester brother to try to save the other. But will he get there in time? Dean is 16, Sam is 12.
Chapter 1
Dean didn't know how things could go so awfully wrong in such a short time. It hadn't been more than four hours since he'd parted ways with his little brother, watched as the brown curls flopped up and down as Sam eagerly disappeared into his classroom with a "Bye Dean! See ya later!"
And Dean had turned around and walked to his own classroom with the thoughts of Wendy Miller's cute little butt in his head and a smirk on his lips. He was planning on asking her out one of these days to hopefully get to know that cute little butt just a little bit better.
And now, four hours later, Dean was watching in horror as police started circling in on the evacuated school where a student had gone mad and started shooting people.
"Dammit.." Dean cursed and nervously bit his fingernails while pacing back and forth, not tearing his eyes away from the school's dark windows.
He didn't care about the people in there - quite frankly didn't give a damn about who got shot and who didn’t right now, as long as it wasn't the person he was currently worrying himself sick about. Sam was still in there and Dean was on the edge of pulling his hair out in sheer frustration. When the shootings had first started everyone panicked and had tried to make it to the exits. But not Dean - he'd kept his cool. Well, mostly that is. He hadn't been freaked out by the shootings but by the thought that Sam could get hurt. Dean had tried to make his way to the sixth graders' classroom but he'd been stopped by a teacher that had started to pull him towards the exit doors.
"Let me go!" Dean had shouted. "I need to get to my brother!"
"It's too dangerous kid!" The teacher had said, and that was when Dean had seen it.
Only a few feet away, in the doorway to a classroom, was Wendy Miller - lying in a pool of her own blood with a gunshot hole in her temple. Her eyes had still been open but there had been no sign of life in them. Dean had shortly been caught off guard, which was why the teacher had succeeded in dragging Dean with him out of the exit doors, out of the school and away from Sam. And Dean had tried to get back inside - Oh God, he'd tried - but there had already been a large crowd out there and no matter how hard he'd tried, Dean had been pushed further away from the school, further away from Sammy.
Dean kept pacing back and forth while the concern about the fate of his baby brother was beginning to eat away on his insides. It was his job to protect Sam, and Dean felt like he'd failed big time. If something had happened to Sammy.. God.. Dean shook his head without being able to finish that thought.
There was so much commotion going on outside. Cops were everywhere, ambulances, reporters, worried parents, crying students and teachers.. He could even hear a frigging helicopter flying around somewhere above him! Dean had tried to call their dad but the phone had gone straight to voicemail and now he'd given up. He'd left a message but Dean knew that their dad was off on a hunt and you could never predict when he would be able to listen to his voicemails.
Dean startled when more shots were fired from inside the school, leaving people screaming and crying even more.
"That's it!" Dean told himself. "There has to be another way in.. I have to get to Sammy..!"
He tore his eyes away from the building and started letting his eyes wander across the surroundings. There were various entrances to the school but the police had covered them all so there was no way Dean would be able to get in through any of those places. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him and Dean silently cursed himself for not thinking about it sooner. Earlier this week, Dean had gotten himself into trouble and had been rewarded with detention for it. There had been a staff meeting that day however, so Dean had been left in care of the school's janitor who had made him help him with all kinds of boring stuff. One of those things had been carrying clean towels from the laundry room in school to the gym building that was a little further away. Fortunately, the janitor had come to like Dean during the day and had let him in on a little secret.
"There's a shortcut to the Gym building through the basement.. I always use it to get the work done faster. Don't tell anyone.." The janitor had told him with a wink, and that shortcut was exactly where Dean was heading right now.
Since everyone was so focused on the main building, no one saw the oldest Winchester brother sneak into the gym building and continue down to the basement. Dean mentally thanked the janitor for not having locked the doors while he hurried down the long corridor leading towards the school building.
"Sammy, you better be okay.." Dean said and felt his stomach twist by the thought of his twelve-year-old kid brother alone with a maniac shooter.
Even though Sam was John Winchester's son and therefore knew a thing or two about how to be tough, Dean feared that Sam might be terrified. And didn't that thought just made the knot in his stomach even larger?
Dean bit his lower lip and sped up his steps.
Chapter 2
It had just been a regular day at school. Sam had said goodbye to Dean like he always did and had found his seat next to his friend Peter. His math teacher Mr. Goodwin had taught the class about fractions and then they'd had geography with Mrs. Leonard."Can anyone tell me more about.." Mrs. Leonard had started but was then cut off when the sound of shots being fired was heard.
People had started screaming and all hell had broken loose. Sam's eyes had widened and he had been horrified. Not as much for his own safety, but Dean was out there somewhere. What if someone shot his big brother? What was he supposed to do then?
Peter started crying and Sam took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Come on.." Sam said and grabbed Peter's arm. "We gotta get out of here."
"But I'm scared!" Peter cried.
"Me too.." Sam admitted. "But we're not safe here."
There had still been people left in the classroom but even though Sam had tried his best to convince them that they had to get out, no one had listened and Sam was forced to leave them behind as he pulled Peter with him out of the classroom.
"Dean would have gotten them out.." Sam thought with sorrow. "And dad too.."
Sometimes Sam wished that he really was more like Dean as their father once in a while said when Sam hadn't had his best day of training. Dean always seemed to know what to do, people listened to him and he was never afraid.
A scream from Peter broke Sam out of his thoughts and he spun around to see what had made the other boy make that sound. Peter looked horrified at something and Sam could see why as he followed Peter's gaze to a body on the floor. It was a girl - probably a fourth grader or so - and she was definitely dead. Sam felt a lump in his throat by the sight but he had to pull himself together for Peter's sake.
"Come on Peter, there's nothing we can do.." Sam said and pulled at Peter's sleeve.
That was when they heard another round of shots being fired and they both started running in the opposite direction and into the library where they crouched down behind some shelves of books. Sam's hands were shaking and he couldn't stop thinking about his brother. He was sure that Dean would have come looking for him as soon as the shots had started, cause Dean always came for him. So where was he? Had something happened to him? The thought made a tear escape Sam's eyes.
There were other people hiding in the library too, Sam could see. Some of them were just kindergarten kids and Sam felt more tears leave his eyes. If only he could save them somehow.. If only Dean had been here..
More shots were fired and it was close by. Peter whimpered and Sam put his hand on Peter's mouth to keep him quiet.
"Shh, he's gonna hear us.." Sam whispered in Peter's ear. "I'm gonna remove my hand but you have you be quiet.. Can you do that?"
Sam looked into Peter's tear-filled eyes and Peter nodded, so Sam removed his hand again. The doors to the library were suddenly ripped open and people started screaming. Shots were quickly fired as some of the kids started running.
"Peter, don't!" Sam exclaimed as Peter got up too and started running towards the exit, and Sam didn't feel like he had no other choice than to get up too and follow his friend.
They'd just passed another row of books when Sam heard a shot, and he then let out a scream of pain as a bullet went into his leg and sent Sam down on the floor, hard. He hissed as he felt something snap inside his wrist, and whimpered as he held onto his leg. Blood was already beginning to soak through his jeans from where the bullet had hit.
"Peter.." Sam called and stretched a shaky, bloody hand out towards his friend who'd stopped up a few feet away, and was looking at Sam with wide eyes.
"I'm.. I'm sorry.." Peter said and shook his head a little before he took off running again.
"No, wait! Don't leave me! Please!" Sam begged but Peter was already gone.
Sam let his forehead touch the floor and a small sob escaped him. Fortunately, the shooter had seemed to move on to a different place but that didn't help Sam much right now. Tears sprung to his eyes as he pressed down on the gunshot wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding a bit, and the action almost made him pass out. His wrist really hurt too!
Sam knew he wasn't safe out there in the open, so he started dragging himself across the floor - leaving behind a trail of blood - until he'd found cover behind the librarian's desk. He pressed himself up against the wooden material and started crying softly.
"Dean.." Sam whispered. "Where are you?"
Chapter 3
Dean rushed through the basement until he reached the door leading into the laundry room in the main building. Then he stopped up to catch his breath for a second before slowly opening the door and peeking inside. He hadn't expected the room to be anything but empty but you could never be too careful when you were on a mission to save your brother.
Dean opened another door and studied the surroundings in the hallway, feeling all hunter-senses kicking in. It was very quiet and Dean knew that it was not necessarily a good thing. Dean bent down and reached for his knife that he had safely placed near his boot, before he slowly started sneaking down the hallway with the knife in hand.
Every classroom he passed on his way was thoroughly searched for any signs of his brother, and when he once in a while came across a body, Dean was afraid that he would find Sam in the same state. Dean also found a few people who were hiding, and he ordered them out of there as fast as possible but without making a sound and they did as he told them to do. Dean hadn't heard any shots being fired since he'd entered the school, but that didn't mean the shooter wasn't still out there somewhere.
When Dean went into the school cafeteria, he stumbled by one of Sam's geeky classmates.. Paul or Peter or something..
"Hey!" Dean said and stopped the boy before he could run off. "You're in Sam's class right? Sam Winchester? Have you seen him?"
The boy had clearly been crying a lot judging from his red-rimmed eyes and he looked to be on the verge of new tears. Dean had to restrain himself a lot in order not to shake the hell out of the boy to make him talk.
"Sam! Where is he?" Dean asked again and shook the boy's shoulders a little bit.
"I-in the l-l-library.." Peter stuttered and Dean immediately let him go before heading towards the library as fast as he could.
"Please be okay.. Please be okay.." Dean mumbled as he made his way into the school library.
It was quiet in there and Dean's worry about Sam didn't lessen while he walked between the many rows of books, looking for his baby brother. Even though it could compromise his position and lure the shooter there, Dean started calling for his brother.
"Sam! Sammy?" Dean called. "Sam, are you in here?"
"Dean.." A soft voice spoke, barely audible but Dean still heard it and hurried in that direction.
Dean's heart skipped a bit as he saw a trail of blood leading from one of the book rows to behind a desk, and he went into a full-on run the last part of the way.
"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, dropped the knife and slid to his knees behind the desk where Sam was sitting. "Oh God.. You're hurt.."
"Dean.. You came.." Sam said and smiled softly though he was clearly in pain.
"Of course I came, you moron.. I'm your awesome big brother, remember?" Dean said. "What happened?"
"A bullet hit my leg.." Sam said and hissed as Dean removed his hand from the wound, and studied the gunshot wound quickly before pressing a bandana down on it.
Sam shut his eyes and clenched his jaw tight. He couldn't stop some fresh tears from leaving his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. Dean hated seeing Sam cry and he didn't like the pale color Sam's face had right now. Judging from the pool of red liquid that had formed on the floor, Sam had probably lost a lot of blood and Dean needed to get him out of here like yesterday!
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Dean asked and then tapped Sam's cheek lightly to get the boy to focus. "Hey! Sam, come on.. Talk to me.. Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"My wrist.." Sam said without opening his eyes.
Dean looked down at Sam's wrists and winced a little in sympathy when he saw the state Sam's right wrist was in. It was purple and swollen, no doubt broken. Dean couldn't do anything about it right now, so he just gently cradled it to Sam's chest and made Sam hold it in place with his other hand.
"Sammy, we gotta get out of here.." Dean then said. "You stay awake, okay? Stay with me!"
Sam opened his eyes a bit and looked at Dean with those big impressive eyes before nodding, and Dean then brushed a hand through Sam's curly locks. Sam was shivering, so Dean took off his jacket and wrapped it around Sam's small frame, before locking an arm under Sam's knees and the other one around Sam's armpits and lifting him from the floor. Sam let out a yelp of pain and whimpered into Dean's shirt.
"I know buddy.." Dean said in a soft voice. "I'll get you out of here. You're gonna be fine, I promise.."
Dean started walking back the same way he came in and everything went smooth until they reached the cafeteria, where Dean suddenly found himself face to face with the shooter. He was standing in the other end of the cafeteria, looking at Dean with a cold expression on his face.
Dean slowly eased his brother down behind a turned-over table without taking his eyes off the shooter. Dean recognized the guy as Evan Yales - a guy he'd shared a smoke with a few days ago which was actually the reason why he had gotten himself into detention in the first place.
"Dean.." Sam whimpered as he was lowered to the ground.
"Stay still kiddo.. It's gonna be alright.." Dean whispered before slowly getting back to a standing position.
Evan was still looking at him - gun in hand and with some crying kids only a few feet away from him.
"Evan, put the gun down.." Dean said as he carefully took a few steps forward, circling in on Evan like approaching a wounded animal.
"No.." Evan said and raised his gun to point it at Dean.
"Wow.." Dean said while raising his hands in defense. "Don't do anything stupid now."
"Isn't that a little too late you think?" Evan asked. "Look around you, Winchester!"
"I know things don't look so good right now Evan, but it's not too late to do the right thing here.." Dean said and took another step forward.
"Why do you care about what happens to people?" Evan asked. "Have they ever done anything nice for you?"
"I care about innocent people, no matter how big idiots they can be.." Dean said. "They're still someone's family and you're hurting a lot of people with what you're doing right now.. Hell, you even shot my little brother! He needs help and I gotta get him out of here.. So please.. Please.."
The two boys stared at each other for a few seconds and Evan lowered the gun a bit.
"I'm sorry.." Evan then said and raised the gun again before pulling the trigger.
Dean silently thanked his dad for all the hard training as he dropped and rolled to the side, avoiding the bullet. Evan seemed surprised and Dean used it to his advantage, as he sprinted into Evan - knocking the guy off his feet. They wrestled for the gun for some moments, before Dean succeeded in tearing the gun away from him and punched him. Dean punched him two more times until the guy was knocked out cold, and then he washed a hand down his face. All he wanted to do was kill the guy for hurting his brother, but Dean got his anger under control before kicking the gun further away and hurrying back to his brother.
"Sammy?" Dean asked when he reached him and his heart started pounding faster when Sam didn't respond. "Sam! Hey, come on.. Come on.."
Dean tapped Sam's cheeks but when nothing happened he placed his fingers on Sam's neck to feel for a pulse. Dean let out a sigh of relief as he felt a weak but present pulse, and then he once again lifted up his hurt brother. Sam's head lolled against Dean's chest as Dean started the task of getting Sam out of the school.
"Stay with me Sammy.." Dean told his unconscious brother while rushing towards the exit as fast as he could with a limp little brother in his arms.
When Dean reached the exit doors he kicked them open and carried Sam outside to the noise and commotion of all the people out there.
"Help! I need help!" Dean shouted.
Part 2