Disclaimer: I thought I owned them. Then I woke up. Such a shame, really.
Author's Note: Totally and completely inspired by BarbarGer's 'Prey'. This will be an attempted multi-chaptered drabble story, with a chapter added each week. Hope you guys like it.
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, it's Dean hunting by himself, so I like to think of this as pre-Series. But it could also be one of those times when Sam wondered off by himself in the series, or maybe even post-Series 6, if you like.
The Embittered Monologue Of Dean Winchester
Sprained and Scary...
There were few things Dean genuinely hated but this was definitely one of them, he thought, gripping a branch and pulling himself up.
He hated hunting on his own, he thought, his pained gasps erupting into a cloud of condensing air. And he absolutely hated hunting on his own on Halloween.
He heard it prowling around. Just his luck to find a haunting that ended up being three ghosts and a poltergeist, on Halloween, when he's hunting by himself, he thinks bitterly.
The miserable cherry on top had been him falling down the slope; the fog had made it impossible for him to have spotted the branch lying on the ground and the rain had made it slippery as hell.
He hobbled against the tree, trying to catch his breath and come up with a plan. If the throbbing pain in his foot was reliable, he had most probably sprained his stupid ankle.
That's when he felt it. The scary frozen air of death around him.
Fuck! He wasn't really scared of dying. It was more that he was scared nobody would care, he thinks as he cranes his neck and looks into transparent eyes. And maybe that was justified...
To be continued...