Fic: Crossover: Supernatural: Silent Hill: Dean and Cas (6/?)
Title: Supernatural: Silent Hill
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 6/? (probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own canon/expanded/changed characters and other elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:2620 (total 22,435 so far)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
“I think we lost them,” Dean panted, glancing down at his silent phone.
“For now.” Cas was looking around, his body tense, his blue eyes wide.
“I’m pretty sure anytime one of those things gets near us, it causes my phone to have a panic attack.”
“I was thinking the same.” Cas’s gaze drifted upward, his tone seemed distracted.
Dean glanced around; that relentless fog made making out details a real chore, but they were in the center of town alright. The road diverged off in several directions. Abandoned buildings and shops lined the sidewalks; the writing on many of them was faded and peeling. The entire place looked dead; no one had been roaming these streets for a long time - except disgusting mutants who had a bad case of projectile vomiting. All the more reason not to waste another minute thinking about how fucked they were. Dean wanted answers and they weren’t going to get them standing around here.
“Before anything else tries to cover me in tar and make me its bitch, why don’t we take a look around and see if we can find the school.” Dean suggested watching Cas who was still staring up at the gray sky, the corners of his eyes tight.
Cas said nothing.
Dean closed the gap between them and rested his hand on Cas’s shoulder.
Cas actually jumped. Dean backed up a step.
“Sorry man. You were in another world there for a minute.”
Cas blinked. “I heard something.”
“Up there?” Dean pointed towards the ash filled sky. “Don’t tell me there’s something flying around because I’m all filled up on my quota of crazy for the day.”
“No - I heard someone say my name - it seemed to come from…everywhere.”
Dean swallowed. “I didn’t hear anything, Cas.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.” Dean felt that tightness in his chest return. “Cas are yo-”
“There’s someone there.” Cas pointed behind him.
Dean spun, his gaze zeroing in on a child standing in the middle of the road about fifteen feet away. “Shit, that’s the same girl that walked in front of us on that damn bridge.”
Anaconda sized coils of fog swirled around her tiny frame, not allowing a clear view, but Dean could have sworn her eyes were fixated on Cas. She smiled before turning and skipping away.
He suppressed a shudder and ignored the warning bells telling him to run in the opposite direction. This was the first living person they’d seen. He couldn’t just let her frolic away- no matter how strange she seemed. He motioned for Cas to follow and they started running after her.
He had to dodge overturned trashcans, abandoned cars, and even a turned over baby stroller as he raced to catch up to the girl.
She turned a corner briefly vanishing from sight; Dean pumped his legs harder, taking the turn at a sprint and caught a glimpse of her disappearing down a side street. Damn, this kid can run.
Dean glanced back; Cas was hot on his heels. He pushed his muscles into overdrive and made it to a narrow alley just in time to see her vanish around another corner. Son of a bitch.
He leapt over some debris, flying around the building, and almost fell down a flight of stairs.
Cas appeared behind him seconds later, breathing hard.
Dean stared at the long stairwell, wishing he’d brought some flares along. They would have been perfect to fix this little problem. About halfway down, darkness swallowed up the steep steps; the light from above was completely blocked out by the buildings surrounding the level below.
It was basically a damn tunnel, and it looked like a great place for an ambush.
“Bitch just had to run down into the creepiest place she could find didn’t she?” Dean growled.
Cas leaned on one of the railings that lined the stairwell and nodded his agreement.
Dean pulled out the flashlight and turned it on. Even with the stream of light piercing the darkness, Dean could only see more steps, nothing else.
Gun and flashlight pointed ahead, Dean started down, taking his time, making sure he kept his footing. They descended single file, the tunnel was only as wide as a standard door frame.
Dean squinted into the dark, the thin beam of light from his flashlight revealed a wall at the bottom, there was an opening to the left. Another blind alley. Perfect.
Dean took another step; a siren went off.
“What the hell?” Dean breathed, turning, angling his head back the way they’d come from.
“Maybe this town isn‘t abandoned after all,” Cas whispered as the horn continued to blare. The sound seemed to come from all around them, it faded slightly, then came back even louder, in an ominous rhythm.
Dean’s eyes found his friends and they both swallowed. “Let’s keep moving,” Dean said taking another step.
As they reached the bottom Dean realized it was getting darker, his flashlight flickered once, causing his heart to jump, but didn’t go out.
“Dean.” Cas was looking back the way they’d come.
Night had rolled in with a vengeance. The gray sky was turning black; Dean watched all the light drain from the horizon.
It was pitch black as the siren continued to blare.
“Maybe it’s a solar eclipse,” Dean offered lamely, trying to find some reason for the sudden blackout.
In the dim light his flashlight offered, Dean could just make out the shake of Cas’s head. “You don’t really believe that do you?”
“No, but you got any better ideas Sherlock?”
“Let’s just see and if we can find the girl. She might be able to give us some answers.”
Dean was about to agree when he caught a flicker of movement along the wall in front of them. He shone his light on it; his brain took a moment to process what it was seeing. The paint seemed to be peeling off the wall and floating away. It was freaking changing - eroding.
His flashlight went out.
The siren died off.
“Cas,” Dean breathed, his heart raced.
“I’m here.”
Dean started fiddling with the light, he banged it against his thigh a few times, and for once something went right.
It came back on.
Dean mentally sighed with relief. He turned the light on Cas, who gave him a weak smile, then his eyes widened with confusion. “This place looks different.”
Dean waved the beam around the stairwell, and the walls around them. Different was a kind way to put it. The place looked like shit, before it had been run down, now it was a cesspool. Something had eaten at the walls, their coloring, their texture - it had all morphed.
At least the fog was gone.
“It sure does.”
Cas started moving forward.
Dean grabbed his arm. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To look for that girl,” Cas said, his tone asking: wasn‘t that the plan?
Dean clenched his teeth, then exhaled. “Right.”
Dean hated feeling like this, he was on edge, nothing about this place sat right with him. He couldn’t get a handle on it, and the way that girl had looked at Cas, it made his insides squirm. Get a grip Dean, she’s just a kid. Probably trapped in this town just like you and Cas. You’re just getting paranoid; letting this place get under your skin.
He knew they had to press ahead, but he didn’t have to like it.
“Since I’ve got the light, I’ll take point. Cover me,” Dean said, focusing on the task at hand. He’d try and figure this freaky town out later.
They rounded the corner, Dean almost tripped over a clothes bin someone had left in the middle of the alley. He and Cas weaved along the narrow path, avoiding old bottles, and tattered clothing that covered the ground.
Dean could hear Cas’s steady breathing and soft footsteps behind him; it was reassuring.
They rounded another corner and Dean felt his guts twist.
Ahead of him were rows of metal, chain link fences that weaved all around the large area in front of them. More side streets and alleys veered off in multiple directions. This place was a maze.
They were never going to find this damn kid.
Dean moved his flashlight all around, he saw movement on one of fences straight ahead. There was something hanging off of it. A jacket maybe.
Dean stepped closer, gesturing towards it. Cas nodded, and followed.
After a few steps Dean smelled it.
Death - blood - it flooded his nostrils.
Something squished under his feet.
Crap.
He glanced down.
Oh god.
There was a pile of human flesh beneath him. Fresh judging by the appearance and smell.
Dean backpedaled, almost colliding with Cas, and side stepped around it.
Cas’s gaze lingered on it, then shot back up to Dean.
His eyes reflected the horror Dean was trying not to feel.
A soft moan pierced the silence.
Dean’s gaze darted to the fence shrouded in darkness in front of them. It was the same area he thought he’d seen something dangling from.
He angled his light, and moved closer, the beam seemed to be struggling more and more to light up this nightmare.
Dean walked another foot forward before he understood what he was looking at.
There was a person hanging off the fence, crucifixion style, missing their skin. He was pretty sure the victim had been male, but between the poor lighting and gore it was hard to be certain. Blood dripped onto the ground making a soft, wet noise every few seconds as it hit the pavement.
Dean’s chest was tight, his pulse racing, his muscles coiled with tension as he stepped closer, unable to tear his gaze away from the freak show in front of him.
“Dean,” Cas’s voice was wary.
Dean noticed the head; it wasn’t hanging limply forward like it should be on a corpse. It was leaning back against the fence.
The eyes flew open, wild with agony and fear.
Dean swore his heart stopped beating for one insane second.
Cas hissed and yanked Dean back.
The mangled lips opened and started screaming.
Dean was usually able to swallow down any remaining scars he had left over from his time in hell, but this was too much.
The faces of souls he’d tortured reared up and saturated his brain. He’d torn flesh from people, seen that same look on their faces as he’d ripped at them.
Maybe they’d died in that damn car crash.
Maybe he was in hell again, and he just didn’t know it.
Cas grabbed his shoulders and forced Dean to look at him. His intense blue orbs burned into him. “You. Didn’t. Do. This,” Cas’s words slammed into him, quieting the whispers of all those soul’s he’d terrorized.
Cas is right. And you aren‘t dead. Cas is an angel you moron, he’d know if you were in hell. Keep it together. Dean blinked and nodded.
The man was still attempting to scream, the sounds had become more guttural, more broken, as if it was taking all his effort just to produce any sound at all.
Dean heard something else underneath the soul shattering noises; he focused on it.
His phone. It had woken up again.
Another sound caught Dean’s attention, he spun, gun aimed. Cas did the same.
All the racket had brought them some more company.
Behind them, only a few feet away, was a gray, hairless, child-sized creature. Its steps were slow and its knees rubbed together as it walked towards them. This one had eyes - bright yellow ones.
Dean didn’t waste any time trying to make conversation; he blasted it in the face.
It fell.
A high-pitched warble erupted from the thing.
It was still alive.
Dean stomped on the mutant’s mangled face, silencing it momentarily.
It didn’t do any good, the sound started up again; this time it seemed to come from all around them.
“Dean, there are more of them.” Cas fired off a shot; Dean watched as another one hit the ground, then started to crawl towards them. Its thin, long arms stretched out for them, as it made that horrible sound.
There were about twenty more surrounding them, their skin had started to glow in spots, almost like a fire had started underneath their flesh. It was weird as shit, but at least it made them easier to see.
Dean pressed his back to Cas’s and they each fired off round, after round, but the things kept coming.
Bullets weren’t working this time, all they were doing was pissing these things off, and wasting ammo.
Fuck this.
“We need to make a run for it,” Dean snarled frantically searching for an opening in the wall of creatures that were closing in on them.
“There’s a building to your right, we might be able to make it.” Cas pointed, it wasn’t far. If they charged the freaks, they might be able to break through and barricade themselves inside.
Dean heard Cas slap another clip into his handgun.
Dean reloaded his shotgun. “Concentrate your fire. When they fall, we head straight for the door.”
Cas nodded. They both let loose on the two creatures directly in their way. They collapsed, Dean and Cas raced forward.
Cas cleared them first, Dean leapt over moments later, but almost tripped when something caught a hold of the duffel that was dangling from his shoulder; forcing him into a sudden stop.
Dean grunted, and pulled back.
One of the midgets had their thin, gray fingers locked around its strap.
The little creature was a lot stronger than it looked.
Cas fired another shot, a strangled sound came from somewhere way to close for comfort.
“Leave it!” Cas’s voice was panicked.
Dean cursed, dropped the bag, and fled.
Cas was waiting in the door way, his gun aimed at the army of freaks struggling to catch them.
Dean barreled past him, and they slammed the door.
They leaned against it panting; Dean’s chest heaved as he glanced around the shack they’d locked themselves inside.
There was a small wooden table that was missing a leg, a metal pipe, and some broken chairs. Nothing overly useful.
Dean checked his shotgun, he was out of ammo.
Loud bangs rocked the door. Dean dug his boots into the ground, desperately trying to keep those things out. He could hear Cas grunting; Dean knew they were losing this battle.
The door started to open, he and Cas rammed their shoulders into the wood, forcing it shut - but not for long. It crept open a few inches, fingers snaked around the edge. The feverish appendages brushed against Dean’s arm; he used the butt of his shotgun to smash the digits, giving it everything he had.
It wasn’t enough.
The door flung open halfway, sending Dean’s gun clattering to the floor. A few got in forcing them to retreat and blocking his access to the gun.
Dean grabbed the metal pipe and brandished it like he would a baseball bat, ready to take a swing.
They shambled towards them, their arms reaching, their tiny mouths crying.
They hit the wall behind them, there was nowhere else to go.
More were piling in through the narrow door.
“How much ammo do you have left?” Dean asked, his voice surprisingly calm as they crept closer.
Cas glanced at him, his eyes accepting. “Not enough.”
Dean nodded, his eyes warm, with a dash of challenge, as he flashed Cas a cocky grin. “Then let’s make sure we make them work for it.”
Cas’s expression turned dangerous. “I will,” his tone held an edge of smite.
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 6/? (probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own canon/expanded/changed characters and other elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:2620 (total 22,435 so far)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
“I think we lost them,” Dean panted, glancing down at his silent phone.
“For now.” Cas was looking around, his body tense, his blue eyes wide.
“I’m pretty sure anytime one of those things gets near us, it causes my phone to have a panic attack.”
“I was thinking the same.” Cas’s gaze drifted upward, his tone seemed distracted.
Dean glanced around; that relentless fog made making out details a real chore, but they were in the center of town alright. The road diverged off in several directions. Abandoned buildings and shops lined the sidewalks; the writing on many of them was faded and peeling. The entire place looked dead; no one had been roaming these streets for a long time - except disgusting mutants who had a bad case of projectile vomiting. All the more reason not to waste another minute thinking about how fucked they were. Dean wanted answers and they weren’t going to get them standing around here.
“Before anything else tries to cover me in tar and make me its bitch, why don’t we take a look around and see if we can find the school.” Dean suggested watching Cas who was still staring up at the gray sky, the corners of his eyes tight.
Cas said nothing.
Dean closed the gap between them and rested his hand on Cas’s shoulder.
Cas actually jumped. Dean backed up a step.
“Sorry man. You were in another world there for a minute.”
Cas blinked. “I heard something.”
“Up there?” Dean pointed towards the ash filled sky. “Don’t tell me there’s something flying around because I’m all filled up on my quota of crazy for the day.”
“No - I heard someone say my name - it seemed to come from…everywhere.”
Dean swallowed. “I didn’t hear anything, Cas.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.” Dean felt that tightness in his chest return. “Cas are yo-”
“There’s someone there.” Cas pointed behind him.
Dean spun, his gaze zeroing in on a child standing in the middle of the road about fifteen feet away. “Shit, that’s the same girl that walked in front of us on that damn bridge.”
Anaconda sized coils of fog swirled around her tiny frame, not allowing a clear view, but Dean could have sworn her eyes were fixated on Cas. She smiled before turning and skipping away.
He suppressed a shudder and ignored the warning bells telling him to run in the opposite direction. This was the first living person they’d seen. He couldn’t just let her frolic away- no matter how strange she seemed. He motioned for Cas to follow and they started running after her.
He had to dodge overturned trashcans, abandoned cars, and even a turned over baby stroller as he raced to catch up to the girl.
She turned a corner briefly vanishing from sight; Dean pumped his legs harder, taking the turn at a sprint and caught a glimpse of her disappearing down a side street. Damn, this kid can run.
Dean glanced back; Cas was hot on his heels. He pushed his muscles into overdrive and made it to a narrow alley just in time to see her vanish around another corner. Son of a bitch.
He leapt over some debris, flying around the building, and almost fell down a flight of stairs.
Cas appeared behind him seconds later, breathing hard.
Dean stared at the long stairwell, wishing he’d brought some flares along. They would have been perfect to fix this little problem. About halfway down, darkness swallowed up the steep steps; the light from above was completely blocked out by the buildings surrounding the level below.
It was basically a damn tunnel, and it looked like a great place for an ambush.
“Bitch just had to run down into the creepiest place she could find didn’t she?” Dean growled.
Cas leaned on one of the railings that lined the stairwell and nodded his agreement.
Dean pulled out the flashlight and turned it on. Even with the stream of light piercing the darkness, Dean could only see more steps, nothing else.
Gun and flashlight pointed ahead, Dean started down, taking his time, making sure he kept his footing. They descended single file, the tunnel was only as wide as a standard door frame.
Dean squinted into the dark, the thin beam of light from his flashlight revealed a wall at the bottom, there was an opening to the left. Another blind alley. Perfect.
Dean took another step; a siren went off.
“What the hell?” Dean breathed, turning, angling his head back the way they’d come from.
“Maybe this town isn‘t abandoned after all,” Cas whispered as the horn continued to blare. The sound seemed to come from all around them, it faded slightly, then came back even louder, in an ominous rhythm.
Dean’s eyes found his friends and they both swallowed. “Let’s keep moving,” Dean said taking another step.
As they reached the bottom Dean realized it was getting darker, his flashlight flickered once, causing his heart to jump, but didn’t go out.
“Dean.” Cas was looking back the way they’d come.
Night had rolled in with a vengeance. The gray sky was turning black; Dean watched all the light drain from the horizon.
It was pitch black as the siren continued to blare.
“Maybe it’s a solar eclipse,” Dean offered lamely, trying to find some reason for the sudden blackout.
In the dim light his flashlight offered, Dean could just make out the shake of Cas’s head. “You don’t really believe that do you?”
“No, but you got any better ideas Sherlock?”
“Let’s just see and if we can find the girl. She might be able to give us some answers.”
Dean was about to agree when he caught a flicker of movement along the wall in front of them. He shone his light on it; his brain took a moment to process what it was seeing. The paint seemed to be peeling off the wall and floating away. It was freaking changing - eroding.
His flashlight went out.
The siren died off.
“Cas,” Dean breathed, his heart raced.
“I’m here.”
Dean started fiddling with the light, he banged it against his thigh a few times, and for once something went right.
It came back on.
Dean mentally sighed with relief. He turned the light on Cas, who gave him a weak smile, then his eyes widened with confusion. “This place looks different.”
Dean waved the beam around the stairwell, and the walls around them. Different was a kind way to put it. The place looked like shit, before it had been run down, now it was a cesspool. Something had eaten at the walls, their coloring, their texture - it had all morphed.
At least the fog was gone.
“It sure does.”
Cas started moving forward.
Dean grabbed his arm. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To look for that girl,” Cas said, his tone asking: wasn‘t that the plan?
Dean clenched his teeth, then exhaled. “Right.”
Dean hated feeling like this, he was on edge, nothing about this place sat right with him. He couldn’t get a handle on it, and the way that girl had looked at Cas, it made his insides squirm. Get a grip Dean, she’s just a kid. Probably trapped in this town just like you and Cas. You’re just getting paranoid; letting this place get under your skin.
He knew they had to press ahead, but he didn’t have to like it.
“Since I’ve got the light, I’ll take point. Cover me,” Dean said, focusing on the task at hand. He’d try and figure this freaky town out later.
They rounded the corner, Dean almost tripped over a clothes bin someone had left in the middle of the alley. He and Cas weaved along the narrow path, avoiding old bottles, and tattered clothing that covered the ground.
Dean could hear Cas’s steady breathing and soft footsteps behind him; it was reassuring.
They rounded another corner and Dean felt his guts twist.
Ahead of him were rows of metal, chain link fences that weaved all around the large area in front of them. More side streets and alleys veered off in multiple directions. This place was a maze.
They were never going to find this damn kid.
Dean moved his flashlight all around, he saw movement on one of fences straight ahead. There was something hanging off of it. A jacket maybe.
Dean stepped closer, gesturing towards it. Cas nodded, and followed.
After a few steps Dean smelled it.
Death - blood - it flooded his nostrils.
Something squished under his feet.
Crap.
He glanced down.
Oh god.
There was a pile of human flesh beneath him. Fresh judging by the appearance and smell.
Dean backpedaled, almost colliding with Cas, and side stepped around it.
Cas’s gaze lingered on it, then shot back up to Dean.
His eyes reflected the horror Dean was trying not to feel.
A soft moan pierced the silence.
Dean’s gaze darted to the fence shrouded in darkness in front of them. It was the same area he thought he’d seen something dangling from.
He angled his light, and moved closer, the beam seemed to be struggling more and more to light up this nightmare.
Dean walked another foot forward before he understood what he was looking at.
There was a person hanging off the fence, crucifixion style, missing their skin. He was pretty sure the victim had been male, but between the poor lighting and gore it was hard to be certain. Blood dripped onto the ground making a soft, wet noise every few seconds as it hit the pavement.
Dean’s chest was tight, his pulse racing, his muscles coiled with tension as he stepped closer, unable to tear his gaze away from the freak show in front of him.
“Dean,” Cas’s voice was wary.
Dean noticed the head; it wasn’t hanging limply forward like it should be on a corpse. It was leaning back against the fence.
The eyes flew open, wild with agony and fear.
Dean swore his heart stopped beating for one insane second.
Cas hissed and yanked Dean back.
The mangled lips opened and started screaming.
Dean was usually able to swallow down any remaining scars he had left over from his time in hell, but this was too much.
The faces of souls he’d tortured reared up and saturated his brain. He’d torn flesh from people, seen that same look on their faces as he’d ripped at them.
Maybe they’d died in that damn car crash.
Maybe he was in hell again, and he just didn’t know it.
Cas grabbed his shoulders and forced Dean to look at him. His intense blue orbs burned into him. “You. Didn’t. Do. This,” Cas’s words slammed into him, quieting the whispers of all those soul’s he’d terrorized.
Cas is right. And you aren‘t dead. Cas is an angel you moron, he’d know if you were in hell. Keep it together. Dean blinked and nodded.
The man was still attempting to scream, the sounds had become more guttural, more broken, as if it was taking all his effort just to produce any sound at all.
Dean heard something else underneath the soul shattering noises; he focused on it.
His phone. It had woken up again.
Another sound caught Dean’s attention, he spun, gun aimed. Cas did the same.
All the racket had brought them some more company.
Behind them, only a few feet away, was a gray, hairless, child-sized creature. Its steps were slow and its knees rubbed together as it walked towards them. This one had eyes - bright yellow ones.
Dean didn’t waste any time trying to make conversation; he blasted it in the face.
It fell.
A high-pitched warble erupted from the thing.
It was still alive.
Dean stomped on the mutant’s mangled face, silencing it momentarily.
It didn’t do any good, the sound started up again; this time it seemed to come from all around them.
“Dean, there are more of them.” Cas fired off a shot; Dean watched as another one hit the ground, then started to crawl towards them. Its thin, long arms stretched out for them, as it made that horrible sound.
There were about twenty more surrounding them, their skin had started to glow in spots, almost like a fire had started underneath their flesh. It was weird as shit, but at least it made them easier to see.
Dean pressed his back to Cas’s and they each fired off round, after round, but the things kept coming.
Bullets weren’t working this time, all they were doing was pissing these things off, and wasting ammo.
Fuck this.
“We need to make a run for it,” Dean snarled frantically searching for an opening in the wall of creatures that were closing in on them.
“There’s a building to your right, we might be able to make it.” Cas pointed, it wasn’t far. If they charged the freaks, they might be able to break through and barricade themselves inside.
Dean heard Cas slap another clip into his handgun.
Dean reloaded his shotgun. “Concentrate your fire. When they fall, we head straight for the door.”
Cas nodded. They both let loose on the two creatures directly in their way. They collapsed, Dean and Cas raced forward.
Cas cleared them first, Dean leapt over moments later, but almost tripped when something caught a hold of the duffel that was dangling from his shoulder; forcing him into a sudden stop.
Dean grunted, and pulled back.
One of the midgets had their thin, gray fingers locked around its strap.
The little creature was a lot stronger than it looked.
Cas fired another shot, a strangled sound came from somewhere way to close for comfort.
“Leave it!” Cas’s voice was panicked.
Dean cursed, dropped the bag, and fled.
Cas was waiting in the door way, his gun aimed at the army of freaks struggling to catch them.
Dean barreled past him, and they slammed the door.
They leaned against it panting; Dean’s chest heaved as he glanced around the shack they’d locked themselves inside.
There was a small wooden table that was missing a leg, a metal pipe, and some broken chairs. Nothing overly useful.
Dean checked his shotgun, he was out of ammo.
Loud bangs rocked the door. Dean dug his boots into the ground, desperately trying to keep those things out. He could hear Cas grunting; Dean knew they were losing this battle.
The door started to open, he and Cas rammed their shoulders into the wood, forcing it shut - but not for long. It crept open a few inches, fingers snaked around the edge. The feverish appendages brushed against Dean’s arm; he used the butt of his shotgun to smash the digits, giving it everything he had.
It wasn’t enough.
The door flung open halfway, sending Dean’s gun clattering to the floor. A few got in forcing them to retreat and blocking his access to the gun.
Dean grabbed the metal pipe and brandished it like he would a baseball bat, ready to take a swing.
They shambled towards them, their arms reaching, their tiny mouths crying.
They hit the wall behind them, there was nowhere else to go.
More were piling in through the narrow door.
“How much ammo do you have left?” Dean asked, his voice surprisingly calm as they crept closer.
Cas glanced at him, his eyes accepting. “Not enough.”
Dean nodded, his eyes warm, with a dash of challenge, as he flashed Cas a cocky grin. “Then let’s make sure we make them work for it.”
Cas’s expression turned dangerous. “I will,” his tone held an edge of smite.
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