88 words of bad fic. Not EPIC BAD FIC, not yet, but I'm trying, ok? Baby steps!keerawaMarch 20 2011, 16:49:38 UTC
The tentacle rippled like a big black snake as it pulled Sam’s brother towards a stinky gaping maw in the ground.
“Deeeeaan!” Sam yelled, running to the older man and chopping at the tentacle with the axe he’s luckily brought from the car, the one that they always carried around in the trunk, just in case, and it was a damned good thing now, because that tentacle looked all slimy but it was as hard as rock. Sam’s muscles bulged under the flannel as he took another swing.
Word Count 100 - Hell yeah I said bad fic!keerawaMarch 20 2011, 19:34:43 UTC
Dean was covered in that gross, black slime that was all over the ground. It was nasty, but Sam just hugged his brother tight, greatful not to lose him. A pair of tentacles dragged a cow by, slathered in slime and mooing peacefully.
“More tentacles coming,” Dean pointed out mellowly.
“Yeah, we should probably get out of here,” Sam said, burying his nose in Dean’s hair with a happy sigh. Sam loved snuggles.
“Where’s that axe?” Dean asked.
“Oh, it’s …” Sam saw the axe lying on the ground where he’d dropped it when Dean flunged himself into Sam’s arms.
sorry *cowers* 100 words!slinkymilinkyMarch 20 2011, 22:40:56 UTC
“...that’s...odd.” Sam finished.
“Odd?” Dean murmured against his brother’s flannel shirt. They really needed to do the laundry, but the smell of Sam’s rank shirt seemed oddly inoffensive to Dean’s nose, even where it was squished into his warm armpit. Even the black slime had taken on a pleasant aroma.
“Dean...I can’t be bothered to pick up the axe. I think we’ve been mojo’d,” Sam sighed distantly.
“Man, there’s a tentacle sliding up my back and I don’t even give a shit."
“Should we be alarmed that...we...aren’t...alarmed?”
“Nah,” the tentacles wrapped around them tightly, “It’s just hugging us,” smiled Dean.
“Mmmmm,” Sam murmured as the tentacles tightened, pulling him tighter against Dean. “Hugs are good.”
The tentacles pulled abruptly, and the two of them slammed into the ground.
“Ow,” Sam protested mildly, since he’d landed on the bottom.
“Hey, those tentacles hurting you, Sammy?” Dean asked.
The friction of the tentacles pulling them along the slime-slick ground wasn’t too bad, until they slammed into something hard. “Ouch,” Sam yelped, craning his neck to see what they’d hit. “Think the tentacles are eating that cow,” he mentioned. “Maybe they’ll eat us, too?”
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“Deeeeaan!” Sam yelled, running to the older man and chopping at the tentacle with the axe he’s luckily brought from the car, the one that they always carried around in the trunk, just in case, and it was a damned good thing now, because that tentacle looked all slimy but it was as hard as rock. Sam’s muscles bulged under the flannel as he took another swing.
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“Oh thank god,” Dean cried out, his hands fisted in Sam’s shirt. “I thought I was gonna die!”
Sam gave Dean a strange look. “What? What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know!” Dean exclaimed. “I have a sudden urge to hug you and never let go!”
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“More tentacles coming,” Dean pointed out mellowly.
“Yeah, we should probably get out of here,” Sam said, burying his nose in Dean’s hair with a happy sigh. Sam loved snuggles.
“Where’s that axe?” Dean asked.
“Oh, it’s …” Sam saw the axe lying on the ground where he’d dropped it when Dean flunged himself into Sam’s arms.
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“Odd?” Dean murmured against his brother’s flannel shirt. They really needed to do the laundry, but the smell of Sam’s rank shirt seemed oddly inoffensive to Dean’s nose, even where it was squished into his warm armpit. Even the black slime had taken on a pleasant aroma.
“Dean...I can’t be bothered to pick up the axe. I think we’ve been mojo’d,” Sam sighed distantly.
“Man, there’s a tentacle sliding up my back and I don’t even give a shit."
“Should we be alarmed that...we...aren’t...alarmed?”
“Nah,” the tentacles wrapped around them tightly, “It’s just hugging us,” smiled Dean.
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The tentacles pulled abruptly, and the two of them slammed into the ground.
“Ow,” Sam protested mildly, since he’d landed on the bottom.
“Hey, those tentacles hurting you, Sammy?” Dean asked.
The friction of the tentacles pulling them along the slime-slick ground wasn’t too bad, until they slammed into something hard. “Ouch,” Sam yelped, craning his neck to see what they’d hit. “Think the tentacles are eating that cow,” he mentioned. “Maybe they’ll eat us, too?”
“That’d suck,” Dean said, starting to struggle.
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