Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 17:11:42 GMT -5
Sam rolled out his wrists to try and get some circulation back in them as Kesh sawed them to pieces with her knife. He stood up, giving her a brief smile of gratitude before his attention was drawn to the dueling pair in the middle of the room.
Dean and the vampire were staring challengingly at each other as they walked in a sort of circle, neither moving closer yet, keeping the distance between them the same. Their boots made crunching sounds on the shattered pieces of wood from the now-broken door. The vampire bared its teeth and Dean did another swishing figure eight with his machete.
Sam absently handed over his jacket when Kesh asked for it but he didn't follow her. "I'm not leaving my brother. You go to the car if you want."
Sam's little declaration was enough for Dean to lose focus, glancing his way for a millisecond. And that was all the time it took for the vampire to knock the machete out of Dean's hand and send him flying with a good hard shove to the chest. Dean toppled over a pile of boxes, landing hard on the ground, but was back on his feet in seconds, ignoring his new sore shoulder.
The vampire, being a little too big headed for its own good, had assumed that his shove had knocked Dean out cold and was advancing on Sam, who was taking minuscule steps backwards, putting on a pretty convincing show of being trapped and scared. Dean scooped up the fallen machete, ran at the vamp and cleanly sliced its head off from behind. Holstering the machete, his first move was to pull Sam into another one of their classic brotherly hugs, a little longer than the last. Finishing with a quick clap on the shoulder, Dean pulled back. "Well that was fun."
Dean and the vampire were staring challengingly at each other as they walked in a sort of circle, neither moving closer yet, keeping the distance between them the same. Their boots made crunching sounds on the shattered pieces of wood from the now-broken door. The vampire bared its teeth and Dean did another swishing figure eight with his machete.
Sam absently handed over his jacket when Kesh asked for it but he didn't follow her. "I'm not leaving my brother. You go to the car if you want."
Sam's little declaration was enough for Dean to lose focus, glancing his way for a millisecond. And that was all the time it took for the vampire to knock the machete out of Dean's hand and send him flying with a good hard shove to the chest. Dean toppled over a pile of boxes, landing hard on the ground, but was back on his feet in seconds, ignoring his new sore shoulder.
The vampire, being a little too big headed for its own good, had assumed that his shove had knocked Dean out cold and was advancing on Sam, who was taking minuscule steps backwards, putting on a pretty convincing show of being trapped and scared. Dean scooped up the fallen machete, ran at the vamp and cleanly sliced its head off from behind. Holstering the machete, his first move was to pull Sam into another one of their classic brotherly hugs, a little longer than the last. Finishing with a quick clap on the shoulder, Dean pulled back. "Well that was fun."
