I Can't Hear You!
Character Name: Dean Winchester
Origin: Supernatural
Word Count: 540
Character Journal: dean_n_sam
Rating: PG - 13 for language
Prompt: Shrieker for deviant_muses
With the familiar weight of his gun in his hand, Dean slipped through the tall stacks of the university library. The scent of dust and old paper tickled his nose, and in the distance he heard a muffled sneeze from wherever Sam was holed up while they hunted for the shrieker. Dean knew the gun wouldn’t do more than slow the creature down, but it would be the break they needed to destroy it before it could cut loose with another deafening howl.
As he crept around in the dark, his eyes focused only on finding the thing. Dean knew that Sam was probably reading the titles of each book he passed by. Not that his kid brother could help it. He was just that much of a geek. Dean would have been distracted if it was a porn shop, but a university library not so much. There was a hiss, and suddenly something heavy landed on his back sending him down spread eagle on the hardwood floor, his gun spinning and sliding under a reference desk far from his reach.
“Son of a bitch,” the older Winchester swore as he tried to throw the shieker off of him. Dean let out a scream of his own, as one of the things mouths fastened on the back of his neck while the other two mouths screamed in triumph. The noise was like being hit by a Mac truck. All other sound was gone, and Dean screamed along in rage and pain as his ear drums tore and blood ran from his eyes, ears and nose. “Sammy!!!”
The scrawny creature chewed at the back of Dean’s neck, he could feel the sharp teeth cutting through the pale skin, and stiffened as the teeth connected with bone. If Sam didn’t hurry up and kill the fucking thing, he’d be screwed. The thought of being paralyzed was so much worse than just dying by the things teeth and howls.
Dean bucked again, trying anything to get free. His hand darted under his well worn leather jacket, and his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his knife. He brought his elbow up, catching the shrieker in the ribs. If the thing had been human, it wouldn’t just be Dean’s blood seeping from its primary set of lips. The young man barely managed to roll over onto his back, and drove the knife in a twisting motion deep into the shrieker’s pale as a cave fish belly.
“Sammy!!!” Dean bellowed again, with no clue of how loud he was shouting at all. There was just too much blood and damage done to his ears. “Would you hurry up and kill this fucking thing?”
The blast of the shotgun’s twin barrels caught the shrieker in the back of the shoulders, tearing through bone, muscle and tendons until the head was barely still attached. Dean’s knife flashed again in the dim light of the library, coated in dark blue blood like ink as he cut the thing’s head off once and for all.
“Dean?” Sam was bending over his brother as he kicked the dead creature away. “Dean can you hear me?”
“What took you so long?” Dean demanded. “I can’t fucking hear you. Sam, I’m deaf.”
Origin: Supernatural
Word Count: 540
Character Journal: dean_n_sam
Rating: PG - 13 for language
Prompt: Shrieker for deviant_muses
With the familiar weight of his gun in his hand, Dean slipped through the tall stacks of the university library. The scent of dust and old paper tickled his nose, and in the distance he heard a muffled sneeze from wherever Sam was holed up while they hunted for the shrieker. Dean knew the gun wouldn’t do more than slow the creature down, but it would be the break they needed to destroy it before it could cut loose with another deafening howl.
As he crept around in the dark, his eyes focused only on finding the thing. Dean knew that Sam was probably reading the titles of each book he passed by. Not that his kid brother could help it. He was just that much of a geek. Dean would have been distracted if it was a porn shop, but a university library not so much. There was a hiss, and suddenly something heavy landed on his back sending him down spread eagle on the hardwood floor, his gun spinning and sliding under a reference desk far from his reach.
“Son of a bitch,” the older Winchester swore as he tried to throw the shieker off of him. Dean let out a scream of his own, as one of the things mouths fastened on the back of his neck while the other two mouths screamed in triumph. The noise was like being hit by a Mac truck. All other sound was gone, and Dean screamed along in rage and pain as his ear drums tore and blood ran from his eyes, ears and nose. “Sammy!!!”
The scrawny creature chewed at the back of Dean’s neck, he could feel the sharp teeth cutting through the pale skin, and stiffened as the teeth connected with bone. If Sam didn’t hurry up and kill the fucking thing, he’d be screwed. The thought of being paralyzed was so much worse than just dying by the things teeth and howls.
Dean bucked again, trying anything to get free. His hand darted under his well worn leather jacket, and his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his knife. He brought his elbow up, catching the shrieker in the ribs. If the thing had been human, it wouldn’t just be Dean’s blood seeping from its primary set of lips. The young man barely managed to roll over onto his back, and drove the knife in a twisting motion deep into the shrieker’s pale as a cave fish belly.
“Sammy!!!” Dean bellowed again, with no clue of how loud he was shouting at all. There was just too much blood and damage done to his ears. “Would you hurry up and kill this fucking thing?”
The blast of the shotgun’s twin barrels caught the shrieker in the back of the shoulders, tearing through bone, muscle and tendons until the head was barely still attached. Dean’s knife flashed again in the dim light of the library, coated in dark blue blood like ink as he cut the thing’s head off once and for all.
“Dean?” Sam was bending over his brother as he kicked the dead creature away. “Dean can you hear me?”
“What took you so long?” Dean demanded. “I can’t fucking hear you. Sam, I’m deaf.”