Insane Asylum (Destiel Fan Fiction)

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Dean's P.O.V
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I sat on the chair, tapping my index finger on the armrest of the chair.

"Does everyone agree to this idea?" Mr. Zachariah asked.
"Does everyone understand that we need to protect this school, even if one life - and only one - gets killed?"

I scanned the teachers' faces. Some were staring directly at him, biting their bottom lip, while others had their head down.

"I agree." I heard someone pipe up. I turned around. Someone with the name tag Mr. Chuck said, who broke the silence. He got up, arms crossed.

"I think you all have to understand that Castiel Novak is putting everyone into danger. It's wiser to remove one than have the whole school..killed." He said.
"Yes, we're agreeing to murder, yet we're agreeing to saving lives of so many other students. A police officer is even requesting it, so we won't be held against it." He said calmly. "I want to save everyone. The people I know, and the people I don't know."

"Might as well leave if you disagree, just like Mrs. Naomi." Mr. Winchester added.

"I agree." A blonde female said, who wore a white outfit. "Thank you, Lilith." Mr. Zachariah  said.

"Me too, I volunteer." Said a man with curly hair, yet thicker, and wore layers of clothing. Name tag says he's Metatron. It appears that only staff members have name tags, while teachers don't.

Other staff members teachers, one after one, stood up. Saying they agree to the risky idea. Mr. Zachariah let out a slow sigh, and turned his head to me.

"Dean Winchester, today is the day where your plan begins. Please do not hesitate to come and ask any questions." He commented. "You may leave now, school is beginning. Students are starting to come."
I got up, stretching my legs. I've been seated for 3 hours now, and I finally got to move. I walked to the door, sleepy feet achingly hitting the ground.

"Dean, one moment." I stopped in my tracks, and turned to dad. He put a hand into my shoulder, and leaned to speak lowly into my ear
"Dean, if this Novak kid is really a threat, don't hesitate to kill him. Only do it when I give you the order to. Don't make him your best friend at all. No distractions at all. Because if you're too attached by the time we realize that he must be killed, you're doing it. Or I'll step into the plan and do it for you."

I turned to him, giving him one glance in the eye.
"It won't happen." I said back.
He nodded, and released my shoulder. "You may go now, we just need a few more minutes for discussion." He said, turning to the teachers. I just nodded, placing my hand into the doorknob, twisting it then slowly pushing the door to leave the room. I stepped out, now entering the office.

I shut the door behind me, and caught the attention of two people. They immediately turned back, and started speaking again. I could tell that one of the people was Mrs. Ellen, but I couldn't tell who was the second person. She smiled at him, and then they both turned to me again.

"Dean Winchester!" She called out, happiness filling her voice. "I need you to help Castiel Novak over here. He's sending packages to the storage room, could you help him out?" She 'asked'.

It was quite obvious to me that her voice was more demanding, for me at least. I knew why she was sending me, so I agreed.
I turned my gaze towards Castiel Novak. He was in deep-colored blue jeans, a plain green shirt which slowly peeked through the loose red sweater as he carried his messenger bag.

"Sure, I'd love to help." I said, giving Ellen a serious look. She nodded at me, then turned to smile at Castiel. She pulled out keys on the end of a wrap to go around your neck. She handed it to him, and he hesitantly took it.
"Well, the two of you can get going now." She said, walking out of the office. She left the door open for us. It was just the two of us in the room.