Will Them Into Existence

Headstrong

Wilbur sighed, shaking their head. "No, he wasn't even mad that you came over! He was just mad I didn't make more of an effort to sneak you in."

"Well, that's good, right? I mean, no punishment." Sam commented, leaning against the locker beside Tommy with his instrument case on the ground in front of him.

"No! Because then he spent the next half hour giving me pointers!" The freshly black haired teen exclaimed, slamming their locker shut and turning towards Colby, who muffled his laughter behind his hand. "Don't you dare laugh, Col. He even asked me if you wanted hair dying tips, because, and I quote- 'your boy really can't see straight'."

The brunette's shoulders shook with the effort of containing his laughs, and he eventually gave up, lightly setting a hand on their arm and dramatically wiping his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry!" He said, tapping their arm and grinning. "I'll stop laughing."

Beside them, Tommy shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders, laughing and darting away from Sam as the taller blonde tried to pull on one of the zippers. "I don't know, Wil. I think it's kind of funny."

Wilbur frowned, poking his shoulder. "Of course you think it's funny, Mr. Clean Slate." They said, turning to pull their own backpack on.

At their words, the blonde twin let out a surprised, full-body laugh that made him narrowly miss being trampled by the crowd of students scrambling to get to their classes at the sound of the overhead five-minute warning bell. Wilbur caught their brother by the scruff of his collar, and the two waved to their counterparts as the pairs split off to navigate to their first classes of the day.

The twins walked down the halls together, lightly laughing at the bustle of their peers in the hallway that slowly tampered off as they neared their own classroom door. As the pair turned the last corner, Tommy stopped in his tracks, eyebrows knit together.

The black haired twin paused slightly behind him, head tilted in worry. "Toms?" They asked, stepping forward and lightly setting a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

With a slightly shaking hand, the blonde pointed to the ground, where a tattered pink object lay slightly covered by a pile of papers. "I think- is that my headband?" He said, kneeling and reaching for the object.

Wilbur's heart sank as they watched their brother reach for the headband. Every hair on their arms stood on end, and a quick glance around the halls showed the eerily quiet stillness that surrounded the last remaining minutes before class started.

"Tommy, wait!" They darted forward, grabbing his shoulders and meeting his confused green eyes with their own. They worried their bottom lip between their teeth for a moment, then continued, "We need to go to the office."

The blonde tilted his head, looking back towards the piece of his headband on the ground. "What?" He said, blinking a few times and then turning back to the black haired teen. "Why? What's wrong?"

Wilbur took a deep breath, his mind racing. "I...I don't feel good," Wilbur said, their voice shaky. "I think we need to go home."

The blonde looked skeptical, eyebrow raising minutely as he sighed. His gaze again lingered for a moment on the pink visible between pages of white, but he shook his head and moved the other's hands from his shoulders so that one was intertwined with his own. "Okay. Let's go."

The pair walked to the office, Wilbur doing his best to keep his composure. When the door opened, Tommy took the lead and stepped up, explaining  to the secretary that neither of them were feeling well and that it must be a household thing and they really needed to go home. The secretary nodded sympathetically, giving them both the permission to sit and wait in the lobby while she called their guardians.

The pair took two seats beside each other in silence, though the black haired teen could feel the eyes of the other on them the whole time. They couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had enveloped them, even being as far as possible from the headband without leaving the building.

Wilbur's eyes darted around the room, scanning every little nook. The feeling of eyes, not just of their brothers, shook them to their core, and they feared the moment they'd have to look away. To his side, Tommy cleared his throat, and Wilbur's gaze snapped to him.

"Hey." He said softly, doing his best to not alert the secretary, eyebrows knitting again. The black haired teen thought distantly that the other would have worry lines by twenty. "What's wrong?"

Wilbur simply shook their head in return, tapping their knuckles against the side of their chair. The two sat in relative silence again, the knocking of their knuckles and the far off sounds of lockers and sneakers on linoleum their only interrupters.

Tommy sighed, again clearing his throat in preparation to say something when the doors to the office practically bursted open and two familiar figures stepped inside. Wilbur's heart skipped a beat and then finally started to calm as Sam and Dean came closer, Dean navigating to the secretary to sign the two out as Sam helped the pair gather up their belongings.

"Boys." Sam said, his voice echoing slightly through the room, a calmness following his words. "You ready to go?"

Tommy nodded eagerly, his face slightly lighting up at the sight of his guardians. Wilbur forced a smile, trying to put on a brave face as they pulled their backpack over their shoulder. Dean met them at the door, the two blondes having already walked ahead. He raised an eyebrow at them, and they shook their head in response, simply mouthing 'later'. He nodded, and the two walked out of the school step-in-step.

As the doors closed behind them, Wilbur looked over their shoulder, a chill rocketing up their spine. They turned to Dean, intending to say something about their now increased fears, but found that their mouth wouldn't work. In the back of their mind, they realized that must be a problem, but the thought was so distant that they hardly even recognized it as their own. Instead, they followed the group to the Impala, smile growing with the steps.

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another cliff-hanger? more likely than you'd think!