Supernatural 100 Drabble Challenge
Prompt Word: CAVORT
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I surely don't own them as much as I would like to. I'm only having a bit of fun.
SULFUR AND MUD
By: Vanessa Sgroi
He watched the demons cavort in the mud, the stench of sulfur enveloping him, invading his nostrils with a tingling burn. Their naked bodies, some human but many not, writhed. Dean's gaze never wavered but his gut churned. Sweat trickled down his face, dripped off his chin. It pooled at the base of his spine, dampening the back of his shirt.
Suddenly, as one, they stopped dead and turned toward him, eyes of varying colors aglow. He fought the urge to run. Running would only incite them to a full-on hunt. Then they advanced. And instinct took over. He ran. Ran until the pack overtook him, consumed him.
Dean woke with a start, a gasp on his lips. His heart thundered in his chest, so much so that he thought for a moment he was dying. After seconds of blind panic, his heartbeat began to slow. The pain eased and he breathed a sigh of relief. A dream. It was only a dream.
He shook his head, internally scolding himself for getting so worked up over a dumbass nightmare—one he'd had countless times. He was about to lay again when he glanced at his feet. They were covered in mud.
FIN
