Over The Hill and Through The Woods...
Title: Over The Hill And Through The Woods...
Author: prism_writer
Characters: Dean, Haley
Genre: gen
Rating: PG
Warning: tag to 1x02 Wendigo missing scene
Word-count: 769
Summery: Dean is so not expecting the wendigo to be standing right in front of him.
Authors note: this is the first fill I've written and hopefully wont be my last. :)
He hadn't expected the wendigo to be there but it was, menacingly blocking off their escape route.
Dean jerked to a stuttering halt, his eyes narrowing and Haley almost crashed into him from behind, a startled scream tearing from her throat.
Without warning, the hideous creature lunged toward them and Dean's arm shot up, the makings of a molotav cocktail clenched tightly in his left hand.
The glass bottle connected with the wendigo's face and shattered into tiny fragments that flew in every direction.
The wendigo hesitated a moment, clearly only a little stunned by the impact, before attacking Dean, it's long arms lifting him effortlessly from the ground and smashing him into the nearest tree.
Fire exploded in Dean's side in much of the same way that his breath was expelled from his lungs, and he fought to let out a cry of pain.
Haley was momentarily forgotten as Dean struggled to get his faltering breathing under control and as he tried to concentrate on keeping the closing darkness at bay.
A dark shadow loomed over his curled body and he was suddenly yanked to his feet, a large hand tight around his jaw.
As if breathing WITHOUT the obstruction wasn't hard enough.
Dean's hands jumped to his face, fingers clawing at the unwanted grip. Suddenly they were moving, quite fast, and Dean threw his arms out to the sides, trying to regain his balance as his heels dug into the soft ground, fighting to purchase enough traction on the slippery leave.
Through the haze of pain clouding his vision, his half closed eyes picked up another set of drag marks and Dean rightly assumed that they were the girl's.
A particularly large jolt caused Dean choke on his gasp and his flailing hands dropped immediately to his right side, pressing lightly into his jacket, his deep green eyes swimming with pain. Beneath his finger tips Dean could feel the small round bits of chocolate he'd stashed there earlier and he would have laughed if he could.
Damn wendigo. It had no idea who it was dealing with.
Moving as fast as he could, Dean dug his hand into his pocket and came out with a fist full of brightly colored peanut Mn'M's which he let quickly leak out between his fingers to the ground.
It was an obvious trail and Dean desperately hoped Sam would find it soon.
The last Mn'M in his hand, a green one, Dean slipped between the wendigo's fingers and into his mouth, hoping some how it would take his mind off the pain radiating from his injured side.
There was no doubt that he'd have a killer bruise there the next day and the possibility of cracked ribs wasn't very low.
It's like freakin' Hansel and Gretel, Dean thought humorlessly as he grabbed another handful of the candies. Another handful of wasted provisions, though wasted for a good cause. Follow the yellow brick road, Sammy. A pause, grimace, head shake that was instantly regretted. Follow the bread crumbs, little brother.
This time the last Mn'M was red and Dean raised it to his partly open mouth, but before he could get it in, the ground quickly dropped away beneath him, the wendigo's hand tightening on his jaw and pinning his mouth open.
Dean's cry of pain lodges it's self in his throat as the skin of his injured side was stretched painfully and he slammed his eyes shut against the sudden vertigo and pain.
His breathing was harsh and fast as each small jolt from the wendigo sent spikes of pain deeper into Dean's side.
He didn't dare open his eyes until they were suddenly on the ground, landing with bone jarring force. Dean's vision tunneled as he was dragged into a meticulously hewn out cave, boots dragging heavily behind him, skipping weightily over -- railway ties?
A mine. They were in an abandoned coal mine. No telling how far this thing went. Dean's muffled groan echoed hollowly against the cave walls as he and Haley were dragged deeper into the darkness.
He must have blacked out for a second, because the next thing Dean knew, he was being raised painfully into the air by his arms, which were tied together at the wrists and pulled high above his head.
Dean knew he was in big trouble the second his toes left the ground and his full weight was being pulled toward the floor by gravity. Black spots danced in his vision and his mouth hung open in a silent gasp before the whole room tilted drastically and his consciousness took a plunge, leaving the eldest Winchester in blissful darkness.
Author: prism_writer
Characters: Dean, Haley
Genre: gen
Rating: PG
Warning: tag to 1x02 Wendigo missing scene
Word-count: 769
Summery: Dean is so not expecting the wendigo to be standing right in front of him.
Authors note: this is the first fill I've written and hopefully wont be my last. :)
He hadn't expected the wendigo to be there but it was, menacingly blocking off their escape route.
Dean jerked to a stuttering halt, his eyes narrowing and Haley almost crashed into him from behind, a startled scream tearing from her throat.
Without warning, the hideous creature lunged toward them and Dean's arm shot up, the makings of a molotav cocktail clenched tightly in his left hand.
The glass bottle connected with the wendigo's face and shattered into tiny fragments that flew in every direction.
The wendigo hesitated a moment, clearly only a little stunned by the impact, before attacking Dean, it's long arms lifting him effortlessly from the ground and smashing him into the nearest tree.
Fire exploded in Dean's side in much of the same way that his breath was expelled from his lungs, and he fought to let out a cry of pain.
Haley was momentarily forgotten as Dean struggled to get his faltering breathing under control and as he tried to concentrate on keeping the closing darkness at bay.
A dark shadow loomed over his curled body and he was suddenly yanked to his feet, a large hand tight around his jaw.
As if breathing WITHOUT the obstruction wasn't hard enough.
Dean's hands jumped to his face, fingers clawing at the unwanted grip. Suddenly they were moving, quite fast, and Dean threw his arms out to the sides, trying to regain his balance as his heels dug into the soft ground, fighting to purchase enough traction on the slippery leave.
Through the haze of pain clouding his vision, his half closed eyes picked up another set of drag marks and Dean rightly assumed that they were the girl's.
A particularly large jolt caused Dean choke on his gasp and his flailing hands dropped immediately to his right side, pressing lightly into his jacket, his deep green eyes swimming with pain. Beneath his finger tips Dean could feel the small round bits of chocolate he'd stashed there earlier and he would have laughed if he could.
Damn wendigo. It had no idea who it was dealing with.
Moving as fast as he could, Dean dug his hand into his pocket and came out with a fist full of brightly colored peanut Mn'M's which he let quickly leak out between his fingers to the ground.
It was an obvious trail and Dean desperately hoped Sam would find it soon.
The last Mn'M in his hand, a green one, Dean slipped between the wendigo's fingers and into his mouth, hoping some how it would take his mind off the pain radiating from his injured side.
There was no doubt that he'd have a killer bruise there the next day and the possibility of cracked ribs wasn't very low.
It's like freakin' Hansel and Gretel, Dean thought humorlessly as he grabbed another handful of the candies. Another handful of wasted provisions, though wasted for a good cause. Follow the yellow brick road, Sammy. A pause, grimace, head shake that was instantly regretted. Follow the bread crumbs, little brother.
This time the last Mn'M was red and Dean raised it to his partly open mouth, but before he could get it in, the ground quickly dropped away beneath him, the wendigo's hand tightening on his jaw and pinning his mouth open.
Dean's cry of pain lodges it's self in his throat as the skin of his injured side was stretched painfully and he slammed his eyes shut against the sudden vertigo and pain.
His breathing was harsh and fast as each small jolt from the wendigo sent spikes of pain deeper into Dean's side.
He didn't dare open his eyes until they were suddenly on the ground, landing with bone jarring force. Dean's vision tunneled as he was dragged into a meticulously hewn out cave, boots dragging heavily behind him, skipping weightily over -- railway ties?
A mine. They were in an abandoned coal mine. No telling how far this thing went. Dean's muffled groan echoed hollowly against the cave walls as he and Haley were dragged deeper into the darkness.
He must have blacked out for a second, because the next thing Dean knew, he was being raised painfully into the air by his arms, which were tied together at the wrists and pulled high above his head.
Dean knew he was in big trouble the second his toes left the ground and his full weight was being pulled toward the floor by gravity. Black spots danced in his vision and his mouth hung open in a silent gasp before the whole room tilted drastically and his consciousness took a plunge, leaving the eldest Winchester in blissful darkness.