lol...totally forgot to post this chappy...sorry about that. I blame it on my kids cause they are slowly making me lose my mind...thanks for reading and for all the awesome reviews!! bambers;)
"Sam what the hell was that thing?" Brandy hollered as Sam grabbed hold of her wrist and practically dragged her down the hallway. Yanking free of his grasp, she came to an abrupt halt. Her clear blue eyes widened with fear as she looked back over her shoulder, then refocused her attention on Sam. "That thing . . . that . . . I dunno what it was, he just ripped Kevin's head clear off, an' he didn't even touch him."
"Brandy, we really don't have time for this. We've only got a half an hour an' he'll be comin' for us." Sam tried to grab for her wrist again, but she jerked away from him.
"I'm going home, he can't keep us here against our will."
"I'm with Brandy," a kid with short spiky hair ran up behind Brandy, stopped short and butted in on their conversation, "I say we get the hell outta here an' call the police." Several other students nodded their heads in agreement, and rushed toward the front entrance of the school without waiting for Sam, Brandy or the spiky haired boy. "Come on, Brandy, let's get out of here."
"You can't get out of here, Brandy," Sam warned. Glancing at his wristwatch, he cursed under his breath. "Please, just come with me, he's gonna kill you if you don't."
Brandy eyed Sam for a moment longer, and then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sam. Brad's right." And with that said, Brandy and Brad took off after the other students, leaving Sam behind.
"He's not gonna let you guys out of here," Sam tried to argue as he picked up his pace and followed them. "You're just wasting time we don't have."
As he approached the entrance, he heard kids rattling the doors handles, slamming their fists against the glass, and throwing anything they could manage to get their hands on at the doors, but they held firm. Slowing in his steps, he watched as panic rose amongst the small group, and they started throwing themselves against the study metal doors. A kid who was a little taller and almost twice as broad as Sam, repeatedly slammed his foot into the glass, but no matter how many times he tried, the glass remained intact.
Three boys Sam recognized from the football team, grabbed the bench near the entrance, and then shouted for everyone to get out of the way. Taking a running start, they slammed it full force into the doors, but only managed to break the bench in the process.
"Listen to me!" Sam shouted above the chaotic din created by the terrified students. "We only have fifteen minutes left before he comes looking for us." Done with mincing words with people who had no idea what they were actually dealing with, he further added, "So you can either stay here an' die or you can come with me, an' maybe make it out of here alive. The choice is yours, but I'd suggested you make it quickly cause when he comes after you, he will rip you all apart."
"Can you really get us out of here?" Brad asked as he stood protectively in front of Brandy. "I mean, this thing is obviously after you, so why should we follow you?"
"He's right," The tallest of the three football players said, and his friends nodded in agreement. "Maybe if we give you to him, he'll let us go."
"An' maybe he'll rip your freakin' head off like he did to Kevin," Sam snarled, raising his fists, prepared to fight them off if they should try to do as the stupid football player had suggested. "We have to fight him, an' I'm the only one here who knows the first thing about doing that. So I'd really suggest you listen to me."
"Charlie's right, Winchester," a short dark-haired football player uttered in complete agreement with his friend. "You're not one of us. You just showed up here one day an' brought nothin' but trouble with you. I say we hand you over to him."
"They're right," A girl with dark curly hair, who Sam knew from gym class spoke up. "I don't wanna die. I'm sorry, Sam," she uttered through her tears. "But if we don't do like Charlie says, that thing'll kill us all."
"I don't believe you guys," Brandy finally broke into the conversation, pushing past Brad to stand beside Sam. "This freak kills Kevin right in front of your eyes, an' you wanna bargain with it?" She laced her fingers into Sam's, and held onto his hand firmly, although he could feel her trembling as she tried to put up a brave front. "So I'm going with him, an' if that bastard kills you all it's no more than you deserve."
"No one has to die," Sam tried to reason, although at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to leave them all to face Yellow-Eyes on their own. "We go to the science wing an' find everything we can that might repel a demon. If we can just hold it off till morning, we can get out of here."
"That's just great, you got it all figured out, don't ya, Winchester?" Charlie sneered, pinning Sam with a hateful stare as he came to stand within mere inches of the youngest Winchester. "Brandy, what makes you so damn sure he's not one of those damn things himself?"
"Funny cause I was just thinking the same thing about you," Sam countered with a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The Yellow-Eyed demon had said he had some surprises in store for Sam, and the young hunter now wondered if that meant there were other demons inside the school pretending to be students.
"We don't have time for this, Sam," Brandy reminded him as she bobbed her head in the direction of the science wing. "We've got less than ten minutes before he comes to find us, so if you know what we should do, then just show us." She turned to glare at their fellow classmates. "An' if anyone of you thinks you're better off on your own, then you can just stay here an' figure out a way to save yourselves cause I'm going with Sam."
For several very long moments, everyone looked to each other as if waiting for someone to disagree with Brandy, but finally every student grudgingly agreed with her. With that settled, they all raced toward the science wing with Sam in the lead followed closely by Brandy and Charlie.
As they turned the corner and headed down the science wing, Sam rattled off a list of things they would need to make the room they would stay in secure. "We're gonna need rock salt, a black marker, any herbs you might be able to find, an' water."
"Water?" Charlie slowed his pace, and quirked a dark brow. "What the hell are we gonna do with water? Have a water war with him?"
"Pretty much," Sam shrugged, a smirking grin on his face. "I'm gonna bless it, an' then we can use it against him."
"Didn't know you were a priest, Winchester." Charlie chuckled as he once again picked up his pace and scurried into the chem lab.
Once everyone was inside the room, they all scattered and began tearing the room apart searching for all the things Sam had said they needed. Sam hurried to the sink, plugged the drain and turned on the faucet. Once it was filled to the top, he twisted the handle to turn it back off again.
"Does anyone have a cross?" he shouted to gain everyone's attention, and the girl from his gym class ripped off the gold Celtic cross she was wearing around her neck and tossed it to him. "Thanks . . . umm . . . ."
"My name's Patty." She cast a quick smile in his direction, and then resumed searching through the cabinets.
"Thanks, Patty." Sam felt heat rise to flush his face, feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had never taken the time to learn her name.
Dropping it into the water, he quickly recited the Latin blessing his father had taught him. "Exorcizo te, creatura aquæ, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis, et in nomine Jesu Christi, Filii ejus Domini nostri, et in virtute Spiritus Sancti: ut fias aqua exorcizata ad effugandan omnem potestatem inimici, et ipsum inimicum eradicare et explantare valeas cum angelis suis apostaticis, per virtutem ejusdem Domini nostri, Jesu Christ: qui venturus est judicare vivos et sæculum per ignem."
"Brandy, Brad," Sam called out, immediately gaining their attention. "Gather together as many beakers and stoppers as you can find, fill them with the holy water, then hand them out to everyone."
"I found the rock salt." Charlie hefted the large bag over his shoulder, and hurried over to where Sam was standing. "So what am I supposed to do with it?"
"Line the doorway and all the windowsills with it. An' whatever you do, make sure they are no breaks in the line."
Sam darted around the teacher's desk, threw open the draws and shuffled through the contents until he found a black marker. Rushing over to the door, he dropped to his knees and began drawing one of the intricate sigil's Bobby had showed him how to make. Once finished, he ran to the closest corner of the room, and drew another sigil, then worked his way around the room until all four corners were secured. He glanced up at the clock when he was finished and swore under his breath, noticing they were out of time.
"Time's up, Sam," Brandy uttered, drawing Sam's attention to her. "It's just too bad it's up for you." Her blue eyes shifted to glimmering black.
Sam's attention was momentarily diverted from her as he looked to the sink still full of holy water, and then his gaze traveled around the room and noted that Charlie hadn't placed the salt lines in front of any of the windows or the door. From there he looked to all the other students in the classroom, and a sea of black eyes peered back into his own.
"See, Dad said he had a few surprises for you, Sammy." Brandy sauntered forward and lightly trailed her fingertips down his cheek. "Course this probably seems like a bit more than a few, but Dad, well, he just loves to change the rules."
With a feeling of revulsion coursing through his entire body, Sam jerked back away from her touch. "Wh-who the hell are you?"
"Me?" Brandy jabbed a finger toward her chest, and arched a sardonic brow. "Why I'm daddy's little girl, thought you would've figured that much out by yourself." She clucked her tongue is a tsking manner as she slowly shook her head in disappointment. "An' they said Dean was the dumb one . . . it makes me wonder just how stupid your brother really is."
"What happened to Brandy an' the others?" Sam asked, slowly edging himself toward the sink.
"Oh, she's up here." Tapping at her temple, Brandy laughed. "An' if it makes you feel any better, she really did have a crush on you."
"Let her go," Sam hissed as he backed up against the sink with all the demons surrounding him. "Let her an' the others go, an' take me instead."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammy. You see I broke her up pretty bad inside, an' I just don't think she'd survive without me."
"You bitch." Sam cautiously slipped his hand backward toward the holy water.
"Sticks an' stone's, Sam, sticks an' stones." Her hand unexpectedly shot out, and she gripped hold of Sam's wrist. "Don't really need a shower at the moment, I took one this morning right after killing Brandy's parents."
"Why don't ya jus' kill me an' get it over with," Sam hissed as he tried in vain to break her hold on him.
"Oh, we don't wanna kill you," Charlie now spoke up, "We just wanna keep you here for a bit, give Dad a little time with your brother . . . maybe mess up that pretty face of yours, but kill ya, naww . . . we have no intention of doing that."
"Dean?" As soon as the word left his lips a shiver of fear raced down his spine as he recalled Yellow-Eyes saying he would grant him one request, and he had foolishly said he wanted Dean there with him.
"Yeah," Brad chimed in, "seein' as how he's the one person you can't seem to live without, Dad decided he's probably the one person you'd pretty much do anything for."
"Hurt my brother an' there'll be no where you can hide from me." Sam spied the sigils he had drawn on the floor and a plan slowly began to form in his mind. If he could just get out the door they wouldn't be able to follow. Of course he knew it wouldn't be as simple as pushing past them and leaving under his own steam, but if he could just somehow manage to make them angry enough, they might throw him in that general direction.
"Oh, is this the part where we should start shaking, Sammy?" Brandy taunted.
"No," Sam abruptly jerked free of her grasp, and slammed his fist into her face, knocking her back onto Charlie's arms. "This is the part where I bitch slap the hell out of you."