Word Count: 100
Prompt Word: Sheet
Sam sifted through the gloom with torch light, his breathing echoing in a soft whisper as he searched, sawn-off shotgun at the ready.
"Great, another empty room," he muttered to himself, flexing his knuckles in frustration. He turned to leave when the silence was shattered by a deep, pained yelp ringing through the wall.
"Dean!" He shouted in terror, bursting through the door to find Dean crouched shamefacedly by an ornate desk. Dean grinned sheepishly, a sheet of paper and a finger held aloft, a small bead of blood welling from a cut.
"This is one seriously deep paper-cut okay..."