Dean POV:


The rush of cool air felt refreshing over my hot and sticky skin.

Man. She was good.

That song was the perfect song to dance to with her. She looked so perfect...Hell yeah she did. She was perfect... is perfect.

I glanced at the other couples in the dark, starry, enclosed courtyard. Sucking each other's faces and tracing their fingers all over the each other's skin. I took it all in. I never really went to a school dance before, but going with the most hilarious, sweet, and compassionate girl that I've ever met just made this rush even better. She didn't have rude tattoos, or crazy piercings, and she wasn't a pyromaniac... And I think that's what I liked the most about her. She was... different. But the best kind of different.

I took one more second to embrace the atmosphere, knowing that the fun wouldn't end right here for most of them. I cheekily let out a chuckle. Geez, us teenagers are so messed up. But if we weren't, then who would be left to make the minimum of a billion and one mistakes that would have to be fixed by tomorrow morning? I guess that's why they call them midnight memories and tomorrow morning's mistakes.

I went back through the door and it got about ten thousand degrees hotter. Damn. People sure know how to have a good time in this school, don't they?

I began to search for Chloe at the punch table and noticed that she wasn't there. I didn't think anything of it at first because I just figured that she went to dance with Clara. But that's when Clara came up to me.

"Hey have you seen Chloe?" Sam trailed behind her and looked at me with equal concern.

"No, I thought she was with you." I said, now becoming more anxious and worried. I swear to god... Please... Please don't be Lilith...

Sam spoke next, "Okay, I'm sure she's fine. I'll go check the halls; Clara, you check the bathroom; and Dean, you check the dance floor and keep an eye on the refreshments table. If we don't find her in 10 minutes, we regroup to this same spot. Got it?" I nodded my head and started my way out into the crowd.

Chloe, please... Please be alright.

Chloe POV:

I struggled for a steady breath as Nathan Crowley had a firm hold on my neck. The metal of the locker dug into the back of my skull as I winced in pain.

"Stay still, dammit!" He whispered in a harsh voice. He then took out a small, sharp pocket knife and slide it across the side of my neck. Not deep enough to cause a lot of damage, but enough to cause blood to trickle from the slice.

He cupped his hand under the steady stream of blood and waited until a significant size puddle formed. Incantations spread across his lips as he held the pool of my blood close.

All of the sudden, he started smoking (As if he was on fire) and shrieked in pain. I tried to see what was going on, but all I could see was a brown-haired blur.

Dean?

Then, everything went black.

Sam Tomlinson POV:

I walked with caution towards the hallways. I heard voices and attempted to listen in:

"Stay still, dammit!" Resounded against the walls, and another slam against the lockers. I peered around the corner and reached for the bottle of holy water in my pocket.

Yes, I was a demon hunter. And I've been keeping a close eye on Nathan Crowley ever since I heard him chanting nonsense in the boy's locker room.

I clenched the flask in my hands tightly before I sprang out of my hiding spot and attacked the black-eyed demon with my holy water. He let out some groans and released Chloe from his death grip. Unfortunately, she dropped like a rag doll; free of all consciousness. I glanced at her with concern while chanting the memorized exorcism with ease.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica---

"NO!" He wailed, "NOOOOO!"

Then, with extreme force, the black shadow that possessed Nathan smoked out and expelled itself through the ceiling and out of Groove Wood.

For now.

Nathan collapsed onto the floor as well. I sighed. Dammit, this doesn't look good.

I went over to Chloe and examined her. I tried to treat the wound on her neck, but it was no use. I had nothing to stop the bleeding with.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

Just when I was about to lift her up and take her to my car (to get her to some place that would give her some medical attention), Dean and Clara ran down the hall towards us.

"What happened?" Dean sternly asked with some anger under toning his voice.

I sighed. How was I going to explain this?

I guess with the truth.

"Clara, can you give us a second?"

"What?!" She interjected, "Chloe is my best friend, I can't-"

"Clara, just a second. Please?"

She sigh and nodded softly. "You have five minutes." She silently got up and went back towards the music.

Dean's expression was hard, concerned, and filled with so many different emotions. He was angry. But he was also worried. He wanted to punch me. But he didn't know why. He wanted to hug me. But didn't know why he wanted to do that either.

"What happened?! Why's her neck bleeding?!" He gripped the collar of my shirt and stared at me hard.

I threw up my hands to show that I didn't mean him any harm and responded tritely: "Demons."

His eyes grew wide as he searched her body with them. He then looked back at me with equal shock, "What?... Wait... How do you know about-"

"My mother was a demon hunter a long time ago with my father. She taught me."

He nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. Then he referenced towards Nathan's limp body, "Was it him?"

I nodded.

He looked over at him and noticed the burn marks on his face. "Holy water?" he asked.

I nodded again.

He joined me in the calm gesture, again, trying to make sense of the situation. He then took the handkerchief that was in his pocket and pressed it against Chloe's small wound.

She was beginning to lose a lot of blood... but he and I were too hypnotized to see that. The blindness that the shock, adrenaline, and horror created made our realization to her critical condition blind as well. But soon enough we would have to face the consequences of our blind ignorance.

He looked at her in curiosity as his thoughts were scrambling in his brain. He then looked towards me again and asked, "What's your mother's name?"

I looked back at him, "Mary."

He nodded, "My mom's name was Mary too."

I sighed quietly. Should I tell him?

My gut was telling me yes while my brain said no.



Finally, I decided.

"Dean?"

He kept his eyes on Chloe.

"Do you want to know why I look so familiar?"

He glanced back up and studied my face.

"I'm..." I took in a slow, deep breath, "I'm your brother... Sam." His face grew pale and he studied me even more intently. "Remember?"

He just kept staring and I started to see his eyes get misty. And then, he threw his arms around me tightly.

"Sammy?" he mumbled as his hands clenched onto my shirt.

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