Killer 1/1 , PG-13, Sam
Title: Killer
Word count: 801
Rating: PG-13, for cursing and violence.
Characters: Sam
Summary:
“As you wish” I whispered as I felt how a smile was drawn in my face.
I turned around quickly and before I could even realize it my knife was stuck on the fat thief’s throat.
I slammed the empty bottle of whiskey against the bar while sounds of drunk ramblers and cheap rock and roll echoed around the crowded room.
“Can I offer you something else, handsome?”
The blonde bartender smiled at me and leaned forward over the bar, giving me a glimpse of her too revealing cleavage. Any man would have agreed to lick the shoes of the curvaceous woman if she asked them to so seductively, but after all I wasn’t just any kind of man.
“No, I’m done for the night, babe” I answered and stood up “Here you go” I threw a small roll of bills towards the bar “Keep the change” I moaned as I put on my jacket doing my best to ignore the two young boys watching me wink at the bartender right before leaving. Poor bastards.
As I walked out of the bar I took a cigar out of my back pocket and lit it using a metallic lighter I had just gotten the day before. Mr. Sloan wouldn’t need it where he was going, that was for sure.
The motel was barely a couple of blocks away from the bar so I decided it was better to walk, besides how could things get any worst? I walked down the lonely sidewalk looking at the flashing signs break the darkness of the night.
“Going somewhere?” I heard a voice call from behind me, but I did my best to ignore it, there was no need to go through this, not tonight.
“Hey, asshole” a second voice called just as a pair of chubby hands grabbed me by the shoulders, then I felt a gun being pressed against the back of my neck followed closely by the sound of it being loaded. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes impatiently.
“Give us your money” I heard the second voice say.
“I don’t have time for this” I mumbled “So why don’t you just walk away so you don’t get hurt” I spoke slowly, emphasizing each word separately so they would understand the gravity of the situation and the honesty of my words.
There was a brief moment of silent, but almost immediately the laughter of the two men busted behind my ears. Those suckers had no idea of what was coming unto them.
“Leave the shit and give us the money” the first man insisted.
“As you wish” I whispered as I felt how a smile was drawn in my face.
I turned around quickly and before I could even realize it my knife was stuck on the fat thief’s throat. Blood splinted in all directions and ran down my hand as the man fell to his knees. I shook my head as I pushed the corpse away with my foot and pulled out my dagger, meanwhile the screams of the other man could still be heard as he ran down the street panicked. Coward son of a bitch. I looked down at the dagger that had once belonged to Ruby, she had been really helpful, it was a shame I’d had to waste her.
By the time I got back to the motel it was past midnight. I walked by the front desk closing my jacket to hide the evidence of the just committed crime. I waved at Mrs. Hanson, but the old woman just took a couple of steps back as her horrified gaze met mine. Damn, this could only mean one thing: the old witch had entered my room; which meant I just had a couple of minutes before the police searched the whole place for me. Great.
I walked upstairs quickly with the key to room 201 held tight between my fingers. In no time I got to the door, opened and closed it right behind me. I tried not to look at all the things inside the room, but even when the lights were out part of me still remembered the guns on the table, the knife by the bed, the bloodstains and bullets sprawled all over the gray carpet. The only thought disgusted me.
Slowly I made my way into the bathroom and turned on the light just as I felt my cell phone vibrate inside my pocket for the tenth time that same night, so I pulled it out. My chest tightened as I saw my brother’s name on the screen of the phone and I slammed it against the floor frustrated. What would have Dean thought if he saw me like this? I didn’t want to know.
I put out the cigar and threw it on the toilet just before resting my palms on the leaking sink. With a deep breath I looked up at the mirror and straight into the pair of ghastly yellow eyes that stared back at me, my reflection smiled sadistically but all I could think was ‘Save me’.
Word count: 801
Rating: PG-13, for cursing and violence.
Characters: Sam
Summary:
“As you wish” I whispered as I felt how a smile was drawn in my face.
I turned around quickly and before I could even realize it my knife was stuck on the fat thief’s throat.
I slammed the empty bottle of whiskey against the bar while sounds of drunk ramblers and cheap rock and roll echoed around the crowded room.
“Can I offer you something else, handsome?”
The blonde bartender smiled at me and leaned forward over the bar, giving me a glimpse of her too revealing cleavage. Any man would have agreed to lick the shoes of the curvaceous woman if she asked them to so seductively, but after all I wasn’t just any kind of man.
“No, I’m done for the night, babe” I answered and stood up “Here you go” I threw a small roll of bills towards the bar “Keep the change” I moaned as I put on my jacket doing my best to ignore the two young boys watching me wink at the bartender right before leaving. Poor bastards.
As I walked out of the bar I took a cigar out of my back pocket and lit it using a metallic lighter I had just gotten the day before. Mr. Sloan wouldn’t need it where he was going, that was for sure.
The motel was barely a couple of blocks away from the bar so I decided it was better to walk, besides how could things get any worst? I walked down the lonely sidewalk looking at the flashing signs break the darkness of the night.
“Going somewhere?” I heard a voice call from behind me, but I did my best to ignore it, there was no need to go through this, not tonight.
“Hey, asshole” a second voice called just as a pair of chubby hands grabbed me by the shoulders, then I felt a gun being pressed against the back of my neck followed closely by the sound of it being loaded. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes impatiently.
“Give us your money” I heard the second voice say.
“I don’t have time for this” I mumbled “So why don’t you just walk away so you don’t get hurt” I spoke slowly, emphasizing each word separately so they would understand the gravity of the situation and the honesty of my words.
There was a brief moment of silent, but almost immediately the laughter of the two men busted behind my ears. Those suckers had no idea of what was coming unto them.
“Leave the shit and give us the money” the first man insisted.
“As you wish” I whispered as I felt how a smile was drawn in my face.
I turned around quickly and before I could even realize it my knife was stuck on the fat thief’s throat. Blood splinted in all directions and ran down my hand as the man fell to his knees. I shook my head as I pushed the corpse away with my foot and pulled out my dagger, meanwhile the screams of the other man could still be heard as he ran down the street panicked. Coward son of a bitch. I looked down at the dagger that had once belonged to Ruby, she had been really helpful, it was a shame I’d had to waste her.
By the time I got back to the motel it was past midnight. I walked by the front desk closing my jacket to hide the evidence of the just committed crime. I waved at Mrs. Hanson, but the old woman just took a couple of steps back as her horrified gaze met mine. Damn, this could only mean one thing: the old witch had entered my room; which meant I just had a couple of minutes before the police searched the whole place for me. Great.
I walked upstairs quickly with the key to room 201 held tight between my fingers. In no time I got to the door, opened and closed it right behind me. I tried not to look at all the things inside the room, but even when the lights were out part of me still remembered the guns on the table, the knife by the bed, the bloodstains and bullets sprawled all over the gray carpet. The only thought disgusted me.
Slowly I made my way into the bathroom and turned on the light just as I felt my cell phone vibrate inside my pocket for the tenth time that same night, so I pulled it out. My chest tightened as I saw my brother’s name on the screen of the phone and I slammed it against the floor frustrated. What would have Dean thought if he saw me like this? I didn’t want to know.
I put out the cigar and threw it on the toilet just before resting my palms on the leaking sink. With a deep breath I looked up at the mirror and straight into the pair of ghastly yellow eyes that stared back at me, my reflection smiled sadistically but all I could think was ‘Save me’.