When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
It turned out Sam was right. Something sinister was happening at Truman High. Another altercation broke out, this time in a Home Economics class. A geek had been coerced into putting an athlete's hand in a powered blender after the athlete threatened to hurt him unless he did his homework for the rest of the semester.
Sam had witnessed it firsthand.
While the teacher and the rest of the students fled the room in panic, Sam stayed, his focus shifting to the geek. He was sprawled unconscious on the floor, a pool of thick, dark goop oozing from his ear, his expression slack, as though his mind had left his body entirely.
This was the second disturbing incident, so Principal Reed had called for an assembly. The entire school, staff included, was packed into the gymnasium, listening to her preach about peace, unity, and how violence was never the answer. Nadia stood near the bleachers with Dean, listening to the principal.
Dean, however, wasn't really listening to Reed at all. He was far more focused on the way Nadia looked in her tailored blazer and high heels. He couldn't help it—she looked damn good, and he made no attempt to hide it.
Nadia, still keeping an eye on Reed, felt a subtle shift in Dean's posture. She felt his hand slide down, and before it could reach its destination, she quickly swatted it away.
"Stop it!" Nadia hissed, glaring at him.
Dean smirked, not at all chastised. He slid his hands behind his back, trying to appear innocent, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his intentions.
After a beat, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "What do you say we ditch this assembly and have some fun in the principal's office?"
Nadia's resolve faltered. It was hard to stay mad at Dean when he was being so charming—and so cute. She tried to keep her face serious, but a small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Unable to hold back any longer, she shook her head and snuck away from the bleachers, the rustle of her blazer the only sound between them as Dean followed her with a quiet laugh.
"You are so bad. You know that?" Nadia said, though there was no real bite to her words.
Dean pulled her closer, his hand brushing against her hip, a playful gleam in his eye. "So, is that a yes to the principal's office?" His grin widened as he raised an eyebrow.
"No," Nadia laughed, pushing him away. "You're ridiculous."
They moved through a set of doors, passing a few students on their way, and stepped into the hallway. To their surprise, Sam was there, crouched down near a locker with his EMF meter out, eyes scanning for any unusual readings.
"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asked dryly, his eyes flicking between them.
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"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger."
"So, you said the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?" Nadia crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she processed the details.
