Nightshift 38 - Pantry 2
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The light overhead was busted, the single bulb remaining dark when he tried flicking the switch. Seemed like all the power got cut during the night. Dean roamed about the pantry, sweeping the area with his flashlight as he investigated and trying not to let his shivering distract him. Ten shelves. Lots of canned food and stuff for prepping. More than salt, he knew he needed to actually eat to fight off hypothermia, especially when he couldn't expect any backup. He stopped when he found chips, helping himself to the bag and hurriedly ripping it open with half-frozen, numbed hands; it probably wasn't a good sign he fumbled with the bag at first before finally getting it open. Chewing on a few chips, he didn't stop there, stealing himself an apple and an orange, shakily starting in on the orange as soon as he was done with the chips and reminding himself not to go wolfing it down like he normally would. The last thing he needed was to get sick over it. Dean continued his inspection of the pantry as he worked on the orange, searching for salt. Sugar? He'd found sugar but where was the salt?
He really, really hoped he hadn't gotten stuck in the one place that didn't carry salt.
Dean kept moving even as he kept eating. If he sat down to rest, he was fairly sure he was gonna fall asleep and that was the last thing he wanted to go about doing, possible hypothermia or not. You didn't go falling asleep this deep in enemy territory, not without making sure it was safe. Not that he was fooling himself. Dean didn't think any of this joint was safe, but he knew for sure there was a possibly possessed chick in the rec field, something had been killed or was on its way there in the courtyard, and then there was that spirit in the Sun Room. If he was gonna fall asleep, it wasn't gonna be here, surrounded by three threats and no Sammy to take watch.
It took some digging, but eventually he found the salt - there were a few bags of it shoved in the back up against the wall. Dean dragged it out and ripped opened a hole in the bag, leaving it propped up as he removed his balled up pillow-case from his pocket with shaky hand and began maneuvering the salt into the bag. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as much as he'd like but he had to remember he needed to carry this stuff and a knife and flashlight. He couldn't just take the two whole bags with him. One would have to be enough. Once the salt bag was empty and he judged he had more than enough for salt lines, Dean dumped a handful of salt into his pocket and then tied off the pillowcase as best he could with fingers he could barely feel. Score.
Now the problem was getting out. There was no way he'd make it over the wall with this much salt and try to dodge that possessed girl, who'd been able to track him even through that dense fog. That really only left the option of the Sun Room.
But this time, he'd be ready. Dean might be feeling like crap, but if there was one thing that was gonna brighten his night, it was the fact that he could actually defend himself from a ghost now. It might actually be safer to risk the Sun Room than the recreational field right now.
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The light overhead was busted, the single bulb remaining dark when he tried flicking the switch. Seemed like all the power got cut during the night. Dean roamed about the pantry, sweeping the area with his flashlight as he investigated and trying not to let his shivering distract him. Ten shelves. Lots of canned food and stuff for prepping. More than salt, he knew he needed to actually eat to fight off hypothermia, especially when he couldn't expect any backup. He stopped when he found chips, helping himself to the bag and hurriedly ripping it open with half-frozen, numbed hands; it probably wasn't a good sign he fumbled with the bag at first before finally getting it open. Chewing on a few chips, he didn't stop there, stealing himself an apple and an orange, shakily starting in on the orange as soon as he was done with the chips and reminding himself not to go wolfing it down like he normally would. The last thing he needed was to get sick over it. Dean continued his inspection of the pantry as he worked on the orange, searching for salt. Sugar? He'd found sugar but where was the salt?
He really, really hoped he hadn't gotten stuck in the one place that didn't carry salt.
Dean kept moving even as he kept eating. If he sat down to rest, he was fairly sure he was gonna fall asleep and that was the last thing he wanted to go about doing, possible hypothermia or not. You didn't go falling asleep this deep in enemy territory, not without making sure it was safe. Not that he was fooling himself. Dean didn't think any of this joint was safe, but he knew for sure there was a possibly possessed chick in the rec field, something had been killed or was on its way there in the courtyard, and then there was that spirit in the Sun Room. If he was gonna fall asleep, it wasn't gonna be here, surrounded by three threats and no Sammy to take watch.
It took some digging, but eventually he found the salt - there were a few bags of it shoved in the back up against the wall. Dean dragged it out and ripped opened a hole in the bag, leaving it propped up as he removed his balled up pillow-case from his pocket with shaky hand and began maneuvering the salt into the bag. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as much as he'd like but he had to remember he needed to carry this stuff and a knife and flashlight. He couldn't just take the two whole bags with him. One would have to be enough. Once the salt bag was empty and he judged he had more than enough for salt lines, Dean dumped a handful of salt into his pocket and then tied off the pillowcase as best he could with fingers he could barely feel. Score.
Now the problem was getting out. There was no way he'd make it over the wall with this much salt and try to dodge that possessed girl, who'd been able to track him even through that dense fog. That really only left the option of the Sun Room.
But this time, he'd be ready. Dean might be feeling like crap, but if there was one thing that was gonna brighten his night, it was the fact that he could actually defend himself from a ghost now. It might actually be safer to risk the Sun Room than the recreational field right now.
[Back out to here]