Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 19, 2014 13:56:30 GMT -5
Dean waited with baited breath, his fingers clamped so hard around his pistol that his knuckles were turning white. They couldn't burst in too early or the consecrated iron rounds they had worked hard on making would do nothing. The shtriga got closer and closer to the waiting Michael whose expression was plainly terrified, but to his credit, he didn't move. "Now" Sam whispered anxiously to which Dean fired back, without looking at his brother, "not yet", continuing to wait with his heart in his throat. He wasn't going to mess this up a second time.
When at last it was almost unbearable to watch how close the shtriga was and the beating of both boys' hearts were so loud and fast you could practically hear them, they sprang into action. Dean was the first into Michael's room, his gun raised and ready. "Michael now" he called before shouting "Hey" hostily, and firing off a round of bullets into the creature's sternum. Sam added a round of his own bullets. The shtriga flew backwards, landing hard on its back and not moving. Dean approached it, gun still raised. "Michael are you ok" he called towards the bed, turning his head slightly. In that fraction of a moment, when he was distracted, the shtriga, who was most certainly not dead, rose and attacked. It pushed Dean away, sending him through the air. He hit the far wall and crashed to the ground. He felt the wind leave him and a soft trickle of sticky red blood dripping from a gash on his forehead.
In a haze from the ground, he saw in terror that the shtriga had changed targets and was on top of Sam, mouth opened, preparing to feed. "HEY!" He shouted it louder this time, pointing his gun straight at the shtriga, who, thinking Dean was at least unconscious if not dead, was too startled to do anything but watch the bullet as it sped towards them. Dean rose to his feet slowly and crossed to stand right above the shtriga, who was definitely dead this time. He pointed his gun at it anyway and fired off every last bullet that was still in his gun.
"Keep your hands off my brother."
When at last it was almost unbearable to watch how close the shtriga was and the beating of both boys' hearts were so loud and fast you could practically hear them, they sprang into action. Dean was the first into Michael's room, his gun raised and ready. "Michael now" he called before shouting "Hey" hostily, and firing off a round of bullets into the creature's sternum. Sam added a round of his own bullets. The shtriga flew backwards, landing hard on its back and not moving. Dean approached it, gun still raised. "Michael are you ok" he called towards the bed, turning his head slightly. In that fraction of a moment, when he was distracted, the shtriga, who was most certainly not dead, rose and attacked. It pushed Dean away, sending him through the air. He hit the far wall and crashed to the ground. He felt the wind leave him and a soft trickle of sticky red blood dripping from a gash on his forehead.
In a haze from the ground, he saw in terror that the shtriga had changed targets and was on top of Sam, mouth opened, preparing to feed. "HEY!" He shouted it louder this time, pointing his gun straight at the shtriga, who, thinking Dean was at least unconscious if not dead, was too startled to do anything but watch the bullet as it sped towards them. Dean rose to his feet slowly and crossed to stand right above the shtriga, who was definitely dead this time. He pointed his gun at it anyway and fired off every last bullet that was still in his gun.
"Keep your hands off my brother."
